Angelic Tempest
I feel from grace
at least from Man’s
Not from His grace
I guess the plan
The prism
from prison
Is birds don’t fly
Not jailbirds
there’s no wind
beneath their wings
But infused with spirit
when someone saw my worth
To be more
than a dirt of Earth
You were the wind
beneath my wings
Now my imagination soars
with greater possibilities
That my life could give meaning
to the world
by C-Note
©2018Donald “C-Note” Hooker
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