Illusion
This illusion of me
does not define or
confine my
unconventionally unique
design.
Quiet, I seem,
my passion yet
unseen. I rhyme to
the beat of the
stream.
With courage of David
and strength of Goliath,
I am triumphant
there's no doubt about it.
By sight, I am seen as shy
But Oh! I am bird
about to take flight
throught the wondrous
night.
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