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POETRY BOOK THREE: Your Writing Hand
Metamorphosis 2

Beyond the snow covered mountains fly,
Let the sky caress your wings;
Your heart sings of ones you love,
You soar above the changing earth.

Cry from birth for mother’s arms,
Keeping harms from in your way,
But everyday prepare to leave,
Begin to weave your silken thread.

Wound up instead a silk cocoon,
So soon a lifetime comes to end,
But then transcend eternity,
Becoming free by eating home.

Flying roam the village streets,
Lonely bleats the market sheep;
Potions cheap the wizard sells,
Potent spells and jars of oils.

A kettle boils, you fall within,
Emerge a twin of heaven’s birds;
Hearing words of wizard’s magic,
Alive, not tragicly you go.

Beyond snow covered mountains fly,
Let the sky caress your wings;
Your heart sings of ones you love,
You soar above the changing earth.

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