The bird was silver and white
Moving in circles on the ground
It would never fly
And ever if so
It would melt not much beyond the king’s hound
He had struck holes in her factions
To never let her go
Her arms bore the empty density
To carry on herself as a slave
Whenever she would try lighting in the blue
The thrust would rip her apart further so
Maroon would gaze
Fine-tune his green royal velvet robe
Wave his hazel striplets from under the coronet
And off throw his golden support
To bring her down
Dagger her body in the rain
Kingie got his buddies to show off the esteemed
And blocked the glitters gap with wax
Nudged her to fly high for the crowd
Mortal would enhance into her elect
And thaw the wadding down
Down, down would then fall the clown
Down back to the haply town
Maroon would belt and bow
He would rather chattily display
The bird never in a metal cage
But in those of the ulti sage
Undone manifolds in his phrase
Bygone in present
She would forever bounce on his stage
Shringi
September 19, 2006
Moving in circles on the ground
It would never fly
And ever if so
It would melt not much beyond the king’s hound
He had struck holes in her factions
To never let her go
Her arms bore the empty density
To carry on herself as a slave
Whenever she would try lighting in the blue
The thrust would rip her apart further so
Maroon would gaze
Fine-tune his green royal velvet robe
Wave his hazel striplets from under the coronet
And off throw his golden support
To bring her down
Dagger her body in the rain
Kingie got his buddies to show off the esteemed
And blocked the glitters gap with wax
Nudged her to fly high for the crowd
Mortal would enhance into her elect
And thaw the wadding down
Down, down would then fall the clown
Down back to the haply town
Maroon would belt and bow
He would rather chattily display
The bird never in a metal cage
But in those of the ulti sage
Undone manifolds in his phrase
Bygone in present
She would forever bounce on his stage
Shringi
September 19, 2006
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