A burning feather
Flower that withers
Snake that slithers
Rising smoke
The flying hawk
Quiet didn't spoke
Praise not mock
Run don't walk
Approach not stalk
Choking smell
Swollen and pale
Spat , it bitter
Though , it glitter
Thought , it sweeter
Cautious , suspicious
Silent steps
It , not wake
Life , at stake
For your own sake
Yours forsake
Prepare , repair
A broken pair
Still air , still care , still dares
©fredrick o
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