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Me and my brother
Have both uncovered
Layers beneath the sand
There we find noble
Stories of Eagles
Global and regal
From ever-moving sky to 'solid' ground
The present, an emissary
There and then, bringing here the found. Reclaimed from the din
To find wings within
Released from chains
Of everyday clamor.What some may call
A regular life
Of toil and strife
Adding just the right distraction
To calm the fear
Of not being what one is.
Imagine being locked in form
Could you still be free
Were you put in a cage
Could you find a way
To soar on high and say
Again and again and again...The eternal 'Yes!' and how? Together once more
This stroke of a pen
Brings us our daily bliss
Assuaging and inspiring that human yen.