Sunday, May 1, 2016

THE CHIRP



Thy plume, splatter
A trail of pheromonous hues
Juggling my heart
From tip to toe
To chirp the quilling 
of Nature's design;
So truthful is the cusp 
Vortex to universal feel, that
Whenever thee perch 
The window sill;
I waver not to flutter my heart, unblinking
To ledge an emotional flow
That resonate my beat
Even to all direction, untread

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