Somewhat of a free form but in style it goes ab cb ab-wtf? Random. I would say its unpolished but for the life of me I just can't keep on tweaking and tweaking it constantly. So. I'm putting it down now.
Garuda's Song
By: S.C. Groom
From whence these clouds I see, the blue sky calls to?
Arc - fly thine currents wing o'er wing bluebird.
Gather ye, yore of storm, swirl and roar till the edge of morn.
Blue bird. Wing o'er wing, blue bird.
Toss my hair beneath soft iron, fling my soul through.
Breathe deep past the silvered line, left forlorn.
Sing - sweet melody; crow great harmony!
Song. Sweet and great, sing.
Category Poetry / Still Life
Species Avian (Other)
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