If I could paint a picture, but no I have my words;
So let the spaces in which I gaze away be;
An honest depiction, of what I do observe;
The great wings of a Raven, not by sight but by the breeze;
You’ve touched my heart of course, and looking down I shy away
I see Hibiscus blossoms eyes fixed skyward towards Ca-li;
Balance requires delicacy, intimate I pray;
How easy for our eyes to lock and drop me to my knees;
Humble be the gentle touch, but sharp;
As if to be kissed by the Raven's beak;
Talons are more gentle when Hibiscus wraps your heart;
Enclosed in her petals is the only place I'm free;
Misunderstood the Raven's great wings beat gently with the breeze;
Hibiscus blossoms I can see right through your mysteries
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Alias Duece Lee Vizzini III
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