"Dust Flys Feathers Fall"

He's east or west where ever he wants his nest
A natural from birth and he'll soar with no other
As he loves to spread his art best they have a heart
He maneuvers as smooth as a pilot on a silver carpet night
As he searches for a bloom to doom
In a shadows notice hares leave streaks of light
And flaming golden tails leap
As he churns,turns,and dives with pride
Dust flys feathers fall, it now rains and drains in red
Art in a Golden life cycle
Alfred Guajardo
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