333 Calls My Name

Poetry

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Photo Aleksejs Bergmanis Pexels.com

I’m made of leather
I’m made of lace
Bird of feather
Prides disgrace

I search the heavens
Natures plains
Eleven eleven this days claim
Step forward and back, again

Neither number Angel or Man
I seek the answer to understand
No place for me earth or above
I fear the truth crow or dove

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Know Thyself, Heal Thyself

Patient of life, attempting to heal oneself by Quill. Transitioning from a profession of technology.