Purple Finch
A purple finch a my window,
An avian kaleidoscope.
A seraph in earthly guise.
Blessed with the music of Lucifer.
Born a phoenix through artistry’s ashes.
Biting and scratching the children of Gaia.
A seraph in earthly guise,
An avian kaleidoscope,
A purple finch at my window.
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