Illusion

Fri, 08/15/2014 - 20:02 -- Drika

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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