Friday, November 19, 2010

Feathery Tales

Washed ashore from a land afar
The drift and tide and wind in power.

Stuck ashore without a steer
Whose mercy awaits me here?

Gales or storms, drizzles or warmth
Surrendered to force, for better or for worse

All by chance, for all along
A wish, perhaps would change my luck

A wish to only think and steer,
To be the one to control life here.

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