What A Shame
To Soar Above Perfumed Fields Of Green And Bloom
Intoxicated On The Scent Of Jasmine & Earth,
Luring You Near An Untimely Demise On A Spider’s Crystaline Sculpture..
Too Merciless Is The Sun ~ Say You
To Warm Your Wings When Spring’s Frost Has Immobilized Your Masterful Flight
How Dare The Wind Sweep You Higher To The Heavens “They” Call Clouds,
It’s Whisper Seducing Your Rebellion..
Wicked, Wicked Rain, In Pouring,
A Crime You Commit To Cleanse This Grace ~
Your Race You Win, To Reach The Dust First
& Find Shelter Beneath A Rose’s Bloom..
Visions Blinded By The Lush Eden Abound ~
Multicolor Oasis Surrounds..
The Sky’s Crying Stops Mercifully
So You May Fly Another Day
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