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Apr 2019
My wings are words
letting me soar in scripted wind.
My breath is one that makes me sing.

I am a poet with wings
wrapping my flight-plan
inside phases.

When clouds come,
I fly through them
toward rainbow sun.

When night comes
my words becomes stars
lighting my path.

I am poet with wings,
anointing  page with melodies
Songs that whispers
my dreams of peace.
A conversation with Herb sparked this poem Thanks
Star BG
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Star BG  66/F/New York
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