Monday, April 26, 2010

I am a peacock, afraid of it's beauty....

I am a peacock galloping wild
Bleed heavenly colors
I am a peacock feathered out
So pretty now
Within my cage
Afraid to age
within these walls
afraid to call

Silent, i open my mouth at meal time
from my lair, i am filled with cold air
every song sung quietly
every note so silently

some years later, new feathers set sail
when my colors glitter like hail
treasure towers of gold and green
when my beauty blooms with spring

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