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Thursday, September 22, 2011

Off the Beautiful Comet Bird,Fly.

Who am I?
That which is Made?
The Birds come and Say,
She is the Queen.
Who is my Watcher
So I am duly Hers.


When this Life departs
and leaves me Cast
I shall cross the Lines,where Gods and Lady-hawks have
and She shall hold my soul close in 'ere heart.


I Fly as my Comet Bird So,
Through Brush and Wildflower,
I fly as my Wings too burn,
Soul,Afire,like whipping grass tails,
I shall Return
I shall Return...


They Whisper............

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