Listen to me exercise my voice.
As I rise above the chorus.
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Higher and higher I rise.
Seeking a greater prize.
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A bird song I can display. You cannot catch me for your cage.
Higher and higher I rise. Ready to turn the page.
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Beautiful
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Thank you.
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This kind of reminds me of “And Still I Rise” by Maya 🙂
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Thanks 💕 The connects I make; my mind is a scary place sometimes.
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sing a song
solo along
magpie
and that is why
doves coo and cry
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Is that what it sounds like when doves cry?
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peace is pain. again and again refrain from malice and hate. and the opportunity to wait again for an omission of the daily litany of his laments.
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Why is there peace in the pain? Why must we lament every day? Why can’t we just feel the sun? Why can’t we just smell the flower?
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cos we sin. a shit way to win. cos i m his father and he wants any other. that s why.
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Perhaps you are right. Sin is the joy stealer.
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sin is a no win. i m hungry for flesh. so i peak and still seek more and more. a lie and that is why i sin i confess more and more and yet i remain out of place .
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Lovely work! Thanks for writing to my musical prompt.
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Thank you 💕
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You rise to new heights as your poem delights.. this reader can hear your bird song quite near ~
just outside this cage of mine.. i can almost see you shine.. flying high above the trees.. your words untethered, light and free ~
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💕 🦜
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Beautiful ♥️
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Thank you 💕
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