The hari I wrote this was the hari I wrote in on paper first while on the Brooklyn Bridge here in New York City.(photo to the right =)) Heh..the came back to the HQ and decided to siarkan it.. Please enjoy..=)
....Smack dab sitting between two cities of fame and fortune..
Look up, a sky fulfilled with a cool, crisp breeze whistling through my feathers...
The feeling of lifeless water drops lightly upon my beak,
With clear trails left behind as they seem to disappear within my chest feathers.
Sitting upon a steel bench watching the souls full of life walking past me..
Receiving stares and glares as...
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