Legend

The plight of each feather prepares for her flight
a winged beauty, brazen with might
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Beset in stone....
Upon her throne
'The Matriarch'
Of the butterfly realm
With...

I look at the painting on the wall

The Winter blue scene early morning light

The altar...

Once, I thought it avant-garde, to be a stone;
And impress you with my cold indifferent tone
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I,M KNOWN IN THESE PARTS, SIMPLY AS JINX!
HARD TO PERCEIVE , BUT VERY DISTINCT?
I MAKE ALL...

Can you hear the birds
singing sweetly and softly
to my hear?
Their songs of innocence...

When my teacher asked us first graders today:
“what do you want to be when you grow up?”
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