Oh gravity the wingless things.
Camaraderie feeds the week.
sneak it in your day.
waiting for your ghost.
light as light
I pray to the god.
I lay my wand.
I feel powerless.
Who caught my air.
I couldnt breath there for a sec.
Insects live in quest.
Let me hear the sound of the jungle.
Let me hear the sound of the bricks.
Let me hear the sound of the bearded lion
Lets feast with our canines deep in the flesh
fresh meat sounds so neat.
Friendly seagulls peck at our foods.
Branded Pest like the wandering pigeon.
I've never met their nest.
Their carriage of lay.
bit with sight & might
weaved nit tangled warmer.
babe does view sight for a first
smells a scent with burst.
life, alive-eyed, conscious, new-fresh-quest. #Poetry
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