Poem: Free – Verse/“Poppy Red” #amwritingpoetry




In a world where we we wake up and wear poppy red,

I’ll be happy instead of upset.

In a world where we can wear pink,

I’ll cuddle up in my sweater and not overthink.

The bad guys take on too many forms in life,

And, we can’t solve everything with the edge of a knife.

In a world where we can survive in wondrous color,

I’ll promenade the park where it’s safe with my lover.

I’ll hold his hand and he’ll hold mine,

We won’t end up too hurt, too resigned.

And, with secret glee we’ll saunter through trails in the valley,

Thankful for a world where children have food, homes, and beds gladly.

Where we don’t need to worry that they’ll be provided for too,

No more bad guys making our little one’s cry over lost balloons.

And, we’ll all wonder the attack on our flowers, vivid blooms in rain smashed,

And where in a dependable world we’ll be able to relax, not break into pieces of glass.

Oh, how lovely to wear ruby again when those that are monsters stop dead.

When pink is lost to their sight and we enjoy sweet times, and ignore tomorrow’s possible dread.

Let the broken times remind us to beware,

But most of all we know whatever color we wear —

Whatever hue we lose — we’ll regain, and that might clarify magnificent truth.

We won’t promenade around lost, life will be cathartic, marvellous, sweet as fruit.

And, in any tone or highlight we’ll survive; oh, what a day to thrive.

When we’ll wear and feel whatever color we choose to try.

When we’ll grin, pleased with the effervescence of a warm summer night,

No pain, no sorrow; hearts filled with delight.

From a sensational night where we can sing whatever we like,

And the poppies sing, once hidden, now in full flamboyant fields planted bright,

They explode into brilliant glorious red triumphant insight.

Wake me to such glory;

Flowers painted wild, their thirsty petals here to tell a story,

Wrap me up in the Savior’s glory,

Here at last, cuddled in hues and tones, we’ll survive to share how soft the poppy petal feel,

How in magnificence the poppies glow and in fantastic red tones of sunlight, us they heal.


©️Mandibelle16. (2025) All Rights Reserved.

Poem: Blank Verse — “Call of the Seas” #amwritingpoetry


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Starry glaze, cranberry skies delight,

Sailors be forewarned this eerie morn.

The seas are rushing forth, and storms overpower,

Sailors warned beware the siren’s whisper.

Their melodic tunes wrapping, warping minds;

Sailors be warned, your ship might dip, then flip;

Glassy sunlight, glassy sea surging,

And, all of this of grande eternity.

White sand beaches, sea shells, wind swept shores;

Tangles of seaweed, snails, clam shells, all etched;

Away from me all you destructive —

Forces of lion-like proportions strong;

Seas yelling, hollering at midnight;

Waves past morn, shoving against solid sand.

A force to wreckin’ treasures from the sea;

Silence of the tides rhythm all quiets;

After the storm serenity calls.

While boots, mettle, petrified wood, live;

New homes given, alive on shore, mixed —

Crab shells, others luminous, pale;

White, twisted, a conch to holler singsongs.

Here protection, from power-hungry —

Wisps who traverse between wood drifts whisper;

As what once was horrid now ebbs, flows soft;

Awakens our souls, toes wriggle in sand.

Sand castles and moats, bring out the sand toys,

On the Oregon coast, or the California —

Shoreline; caves filled at night, water rising;

We explore in the day, ignore seaweed.

See where the water gathers, so siphoned —

From shore into slippery rocks enclosed.

Filling the caves, until the tide rises;

While storms draw twilight, sailors in starlight.

All to be warned, of the coming morn;

Once sand covered, now dry as the tide —

Abides, and she flicks her hair, feet steady;

Immersed in the ocean tide, but it’s —

Okay, she’s let go of this clamorous place.

As she climbs towards the dinging Harbor;

Here she waits for tomorrow for light;

Fantastic adventure, morning’s sweet rays,

Sunlit yellow’s glaze, no coral warnings;

Only mauve shadows, night, then movement,

Into a cerulean sky,

Prayer for beauty, pleasure in living;

Another day blessed, where nothing, no one —

Can steal her precious moments, squished sand hands,

Tracing wet pearls, sea baptism-like;

An experience otherworldly.

Something holy in the water as it cleans;

So, this morn and others sailors live.

And girls walking beaches are revived;

By God’s glory, storms pass, and faith revives.


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Saturday Mix: Poem – Bop – “Mysterious Humming” #poetry #saturdaymix #amwriting 


Thanks to Theresa of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting Saturday Mix. Today’s prompt is a poem or piece of prose to describe a hummingbird or another creature using unique similes and metaphors. 

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Silent but for humming, sound of wind, 

Whizzing, flying, carbon bubbles sigh

A tune of a melody, light, profound, 

Sweetness of ambrosia nector cries, gold drowns. 

Sleekness and color, bright, bold splashed paint, 

Fast and fleet, wings of bubble bees rate. 

Fluttering of bedazzling delight teasing. 

Flit and flutter, bird or bee dreaming, 

As comets blazing across the sky beam. 

Music created, of soothing toned sweet hums, 

In churches as monks chant matins well sung. 

Soul of being, flash of sight, slight thrumming

Awake in the nostalgia, dreams summoning. 

Such honey, sugared lies, praises so sweet. 

Observing the beating, a golden snitch fleeting

Fluttering of bedazzling delight teasing. 

Please let me catch you, most superior bird, 

Chirp and chatter with warbling tweet words. 

Catch the bird thrumming, humming his own song, 

Words of a lifetime lift the world prolong. 

Wisdom knows, one cannot catch butterfly clouds, 

Nor humming birds, who flutter profound

Fluttering of bedazzling delight teasing. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Poem – Italian Sonnet “The Rooster’s Year” #amwriting #poetry #flashfiction #BellLetsTalk


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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Lunar New Year, this January coming, 

Falls on the twenty-eighth; each year changing. 

Two-days short each month, calendar arranged, 

Every now and then, extra month added some —

Years; sweeping out the bad luck, bring income —

Of good luck for the Rooster’s year; detained

With bad luck being born in Rooster’s year same. 

Chinese all celebrate — dragons welcome. 

Say Rooster’s confident, hardworking, honest

People’s person; then, firecrackers light —

Sky with brilliant red, ends old year; promises, 

Year of luck, decorated scarlet; fond —

Kids gifted with cash; all enjoy the night, 

Dragons, food, and firecrackers delight

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See: “When Is Chinese New Year 2017? How to Celebrate and What the Year of the Rooster will Mean” by Mickey Smith 

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Tale Weaver Prompt: Poem – Wrapped Refrain – ” Fireworks Like Stars” #amwriting #poetry #newyears #taleweavers


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s Tale Weavers prompt: celebration and the New Year.

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Oh brilliant star once gifted, you 

Blow away all dark, you shine true.

Your colours effervescent, clear, 

Holding eternity in lights sear. 

The calm of night hidden, in sparkle with awe we live. 

Stars erupting vivid, as seen in a child’s eyes bright. 

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Dear child do you know, our country? 

Is not young as she was once; won —

Her liberty from England with ease. 

Didn’t as our Southern neighbours cease —

Their freedom; we grew from peaceful roots, we amplify, 

Reason in the world for one-hundred-fifty-years nigh.  

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So in this New Years night proudly, 

Watch the sparklers light, the crowd —

Cheering as the stars burst red, white —

And crackle in the air to delight. 

All people gathered to ring in twenty-seventeen, 

The year of Our Lord, brilliant stars gleam.

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We’ve more than celestial stars, 

Burning in the night milenias;

Milenias times millions more, 

Kanada, “village,” country born. 

A multiplicity of ethnicities know home,  

Glowing fireworks alight the skies, ample colour shown. 

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The stars are our fireworks, they 

Light all our ways home, to know, 

Such a gift we’ve been given, such —

Treasure fine: inspired and just, 

Fire in the sky ignites majestic liquid lights,  

Oh brilliant stars could we touch divinity this night? 

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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: The Sun’s Ascent


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW:


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Words deserted her as fire shot across the sky. She welcomed sunrise casting brilliant light into the dawn, while purple-tinged clouds of white still held wisps of night’s inky black guise.

Beautiful sunrises were evocative for her and could easily bring forth a memory. They had the power to make her eyes hunger and delight, to forget her words. A sunrise’s influence kept her caught in a distinct moment of enjoyment, while at the same time, lost in thought.

The rising sun also inspired prayers of thankfulness. It was a raw moment in nature, primordial to her being. No matter what she was experiencing in life, the sunrise momentarily healed her. Sunlight glazing across the dawn sky mended her body, alleviated her suffering. 

Above all she thought, the hope a sunrise brought was vital. Each day it rose, she was graced with another day to do better and be better. To her, this sense of hope was most profound. It was why she cried, tasting the salt of her tears, as the sun finished it’s ascent.


©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Interview With David Pebbles


Welcome back to my bi-weekly interview series. I’m not sure where you are in the world, but here it’s November and winter has set in –well not quite but it’s coming. Last year we were lucky to have such a warm winter but it doesn’t seem nature is going to be so kind to Alberta this year.

I’m pleased to introduce you this week, to the wonderful, talented, and forthright David Pebbles or Olaleye Abyomi Immanuel. He is a thoughtful guy with a passion for his faith in God and Christianity. You can visit his blog here: David Pebbles Blog: Faith, Musings, Inspiration Towards a God Centred Lifestyle.


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David Pebbles


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David Pebbles


1 . Please Tell Us About Yourself?

My name is Olaleye Abayomi Immanuel (David Pebbles). I’m a Nigerian from the south western part of Nigeria and I’m a proud son of the state that had an anthem before Nigeria – Ogun State. I am not someone given to taking pictures, as I find it awkward and too strenuous. But for the sake of the interview I will let you have a picture (above). 

I am a Christian that is extremely passionate about God, life, and the intriguing delight which comes from pursuing one’s vision and calling in life. I am a graduate of Building Construction Technology and also a tech and gadget enthusiast.

I am also a multi-pod with a positive mental posture and outlook on life, a voracious reader, and lover of people. I can be quiet or talkative depending on the situation and the people around me but mostly, I consider myself an introvert. I am also a hard worker especially with beliefs, activities, and hobbies I am passionate about.


3. When Did You Begin Writing and Blogging?

I never knew I would become a blogger someday. I have always been a scribbler and voracious reader since I can remember. I would save my lunch money to buy novels. While I was growing up, if you were looking for any missing books, magazines, or anything readable, they could all be found in my room.

I always write things down anywhere I’m able. Most of my scribbling is actually anecdotes, words of wisdom, and thoughts that I had earlier thinking about reading something. Sometimes novels but most often verses found in The Bible. Being a quiet person gives me ample time to read The Bible alongside a dictionary while I jot down thoughts or insights I gain while reading God’s Word.

I think began blogging intensely, commenting on blogs I read for a start. The first time I commented on a blog, I was skeptical if what I wrote was intelligible. Then, I wished I could erase my comment but unfortunately, I had clicked the send button. I prayed quietly in my mind that the writer of the blog wouldn’t approve my comment.

I declined to view the post again, until late at night three-days later. It took all the mountainous courage to look at the comment I had made. My comment had five likes! I was on cloud nine. 

That was in 2014. Proceeding the comment, I opened up a blogger account on WordPress which didn’t get used at first as I was too scared of figuring out the whole blogging thing; however, I returned to my blog and began blogging often in November 2015. It has been an awesome experience. WordPress bloggers are so nice, supportive, and great bloggers all around.


“I never knew I would become a blogger someday. I have always been a scribbler and voracious reader since I can remember. I would save my lunch money to buy novels. While I was growing up, if you were looking for any missing books, magazines, or anything readable, they could all be found in my room.” – David Pebbles


4. What Does Writing and Poetry Mean To You And Why Do You Write?

Originally I wrote because I was bored and as a medium of escape from my solitary lifestyle. However, as time goes on, writing to me has become an extension of the intricacies that lie in the depth of my soul.

Writing to me means being receptive and bringing to materialization the billions of universal clues, images, sounds, and thoughts floating around the universe; these things can elude an unperceptive person.Writing is about demonstrating values, being encouraging, motivating people, and inspiring others to make positive changes to themselves and their environment.

Poems come naturally to me, even more than long form. I didn’t realize I could write poems at first. The first poem I wrote titled: “Unwanted,” was borne out of beliefs on abortion. I cried while writing the poem because it came from deep within me. It was as if I was an aborted baby.


“Writing to me means being receptive and bringing to materialization the billions of universal clues, images, sounds, and thoughts floating around the universe; these things can elude a unperceptive person.Writing is about demonstrating values, being encouraging, motivating people, and inspiring others to make positive changes to themselves and their environment.” – David Pebbles


5. Where Do You Find Inspiration and Motivation to Write?

Mostly my inspiration to write comes during my private worship time. Also inspiration for me comes from the Holy Spirit after reading a good book. Sometimes I don’t have any inspiration but immediately I place my hand on my computer keyboard or made up my mind to post something (of which I have no premeditation about) and inspiration flows through the guidance of the Holy Spirit.

Sometimes I find inspiration while walking down the street, while eating, or on a public bus; honestly, inspiration could be anywhere. When such inspiration comes, I immediately stop what I am doing to safeguard those line of inspired thoughts


6. Is There A Time Of Day You Most Enjoy Writing? Do You Have Any Future Projects You’re Considering?

My writing time is flexible; I for one don’t fancy regimented writing. Sometimes I write early in the morning, in the middle of the day, and sometimes late at night.

I have few writing projects I’m currently working on. Among them is the launching of an online magazine that focuses on Christian youths in general. I am passionate about self-development in youth. There are other projects of which I am thinking about how to express.


“Sometimes I don’t have any inspiration but immediately I place my hand on my computer keyboard or made up my mind to post something (of which I have no premeditation about) and inspiration flows through the guidance of the Holy Spirit.” – David Pebbles


8. Do You Have Any Published Works or Are You Working On Publishing Anything?

I have about four unpublished books and two finished drafts.One manuscript is currently being reviewed by an editor. Hopefully by December, my one book should be published. The other books will follow suit in time.


9. Can You Briefly Describe the Process You Are Experiencing While Publishing?

The first task after you have a final manuscript you’re happy with is to to send it to an editor and also to send some copies of your manuscript to trusted writing friends for review. From what I learnt from someone who had his book published, marketing is always the hardest part of publishing, especially for those that self-publish.

I am still considering the many platforms where I can make my books available. I do fancy an e-format before a hard copy book. I believe that when the times comes, it will go well with me and I will find the right platforms and ways to market my book. I want the book available to as many people as possible because probably, it will be free.


” I am still considering the many platforms where I can make my books available. I do fancy an e-format before a hard copy book. I believe that when the times comes, it will go well with me and I will find the right platforms and ways to market my book.” – David Pebbles


10. What is Your Writing Process Like?

The process can be as easy as slicing bread or sleety as making a Chapman. If I already have an idea to post, I will build on my writing making corrections along the way. Personally, writing and posting doesn’t take me more than a few hours even when I don’t have a  lead on what to write.

Often, as ideas or inspirations occur, I will write, edit, and post, a piece within a few hours. I hate the torment of unpublished ideas or inspired thoughts and not being able to express them. Basically, I write as I think and thankfully enough I usually don’t need much editing on my posts.


11. Do You Prefer Certain Genres of Literature?

I am mostly into Christian literature which could be about relationships or motivational writings and poems; a quick view of my blog will reveal this. I believe in maximizing your strong point. This is my base in writing. So much of my writing tends to be nonfiction and more personal.

I struggle with any other types of writing especially fictional. I’ve becoming much better at sharing nonfiction stories. I have no favorites but based on the number of views I have shared some below.


“Often, as ideas or inspirations occur, I will write, edit, and post, a piece within a few hours. I hate the torment of unpublished ideas or inspired thoughts and not being able to express them. Basically, I write as I think and thankfully enough I usually don’t need much editing on my posts.” – David Pebbles


12. Do You Have Any Helpful Advice for Other Writers and Bloggers?

Only two people I know, know I blog and they are random people I met in church. Nobody knows I blog from my immediate family. It’s a personal decision which has helped me a lot. I might plan to tell my family in future or they could find out themselves.

When I started blogging, I received no advice from anyone because I knew no one to look to for advice. But being a fast learner and playing around WordPress helped me a great deal initially.

Also when you write I would encourage writers to be their unique self. Don’t write to impress anybody even when you don’t have a single like or comment on your posts. Also, interact with other bloggers and don’t be a loner. Consistently writing is also a useful habit to take up.


13. Is There Anything Else You Would Like To Share About Yourself?

You can read more about me here on my blog: About David Pebbles


14. Please Share With Us Some Of Your Writing From Your Blog:

I find it difficult to pick a favourite piece from my writing as I could picture all of them with their hands raised up because they might feel hurt if not chosen. But all the same, l will pick some pieces randomly:

Musings #23 – When You Worship

By David Pebbles

When you worship
Deep relief seared your souls
Tears respond in snaky path
Washing down the earnest
Of the yearnings wrap up
A squeeze from the dailies
Twisted and tumultuous origin
Sunken deep
As if all once, warm presence embrace
Wrap up in such blessedness
You only response is tears


15. Here I Some More Links To Work On David’s Blog:


Thank you to David for the interview. I appreciate his willingness to be interviewed and answer so candidly and honestly each question. Once again, here is the link to David’s blog: David Pebbles Blog.


If you would be like to be interviewed about blogging or writing and would like to share with other writers, bloggers, and readers your unique writing process, please reach-out to me through my Contact Page. See You in Two -Weeks 🙂


©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

 

 

#OctPoWriMo – Day 3 – English Sonnet – “Cerulean Sparkle” #amwriting #poetry 


Day 3: Sparkle

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Such eyes have you, cerulean orbs bright, 

Eyes which catch mine and so delight those near.

A sparkle, a glimmer of crystalline caught time, 

Lashes long, dark, thick, too pretty I fear.

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When we were young, the boys teased you meanly, 

Not realizing how, the ladies would tremble so now.

When you smiled at them, your eyes blue gleaming. 

Your eyes fix me curious –come here now.

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My eyes gleam, meet yours, we know not others, 

Just us two exist, not women flaunting. 

You roll your eyes, their antics they smother, 

Sparkling cerulean blue, wanting. 

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Hands held and clasped, conversation relaxed, 

Words between us enchant, softly we laugh. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Poem: Musette (2,4,2) – ” Movement and Rhythm” #poem #amwriting #musette #wordhighjuly 



Today’s Musette, will have a proper Musette Rhyme Scheme. I forgot with the last one. The rhyme scheme is aba, cdc, efe, 

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Rhythm, 

Beat in our steps, 

Driven.

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Moving, 

Here than there, soft —

Soothing.

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Keeping, 

Up requires, 

Teasing.

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Such beats, 

Cause turns, whirls, tough —

Retreats.

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Time makes, 

The beat, the noise

Move, break.

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Solid,

Sound collides, and dives.

Calling.

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Dancer, 

Step, dip, move and, 

Take chance.

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Laughter, 

Steps on toes with —

Sore calves.

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Twirling, 

Movement bracing,

Swirling.

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Your heart, 

Keeps time with mine, 

It starts —

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Each time, 

You take my hand, 

And grind.

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Giggle, 

Hips and feet glide,

Wiggle.

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Long through, 

The night we dance, 

Both prove, 

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Delight, 

Moon glows, shimmies.

Invites.

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Night fades,

Brilliant sunrise,

Fun made.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All a Rights Reserved.

Poem: Musette (no rhyme) – “Let Me Fly”  #wordhighjuly #pagsamo #poetry #musette


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Plead not;

My wings need catch, 

The wind.

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Aloft, 

Flying, soaring, 

Need space.

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Paths flown, 

Travelled down,

Why them? 

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Don’t know;

Earnest you plead,

Knowing —

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I fly, 

Where I fly and

Find my —

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Respite.

With wings grazing, 

Treetops.

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Know for, 

Myself, wretched, 

Defeat.

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Perhaps, 

Delight, sunsets, 

Freedom.

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How do,

I inform you, 

I need —

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To fly, 

Test wings expanse.

Your words —

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Make me, 

Want it all the —

More and —

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How do, 

I tell you this —

Is life?

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We get,

Hurt and tattered.

Banged up.

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You taught, 

Me well, so trust, 

I know. 

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How far,

I leap before, 

I soar.

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And if, 

I fall, call it,

Learning.

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One has, 

To learn to know, 

Which path —

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To take, 

Dangerous or, 

Roads safe.

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Plead no —

More; I’ve miles to —

Explore.

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I’ll see, 

You soon, but now,

I fly.

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Sparrow, 

With featherd wings, 

Sky bound.

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©Mandibelle16,. (2016) All Rights Reserved.