FEATHERED BORN
Nocturnal depressive in my way,
Hearing only an internal boom,
Wind warped skies changing day.
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Haunted houses smoking towers,
Greeted by suggestive fragrant flowers.
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Landing on a spiky hedge,
Finger like twigs demanded death,
Swaying precariously on a ledge.
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As furls pipes greater blew,
I embraced many tears my body flew.
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Over dwellings fumeing towers,
Like an arrow dreamy,
Violating misty showers.
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A roving eye not deterred,
On souring an ebony bird.
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Hunter not held by fears,
That guides by moon and stars,
Wandering loaded skies amongst scanty tears.
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