How little things flow, it started to
slow and show, make everything is
right, the weather shall be uproars,
gently of awkward whirlwind blows
either direction, lifelong sound, it'll
be one harmony song, willingly to
get a strong note, the melody is like a
line to line, able wrote it down, the one
a feather was swaying and swaying in
the thickened breeze, ultimate color
has and was, brown and orange, maple
of blue, bright of Irish green, darkish of
pink, be aware to change differently, it
might be a flick, what a kick by one
ingrown and intake feet, look at it close
encounters, and seek the feather soaring
upright side and glide
Written by
Michael James Brindley
12-11-20
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