BIRD OF ILL-OMEN.
Bird,owl thou are,
Like serpent descends from sapling.
I had to shift my ground.
I sat on the fence,aloofness my food.
Ill-omen’s bird closed loopholes for loving innocent.
Treading on my toes your culture.
I caressed to profit nurture.
I put out, for you’re akin to vulture.
Weathering the storm is my fate,
For the bird and her hate.
Tell the hour and I’ll set faith.
My heart is so great.
Unhappy days count when I breath the memory of you.
I need to evict thee out of brain,
So as to reduce the maims.
I want a bird not as the same.
One that will fly me to fame.
_Listening to the echo of love._
_Learning how to mend my pen’s goof .._
Eniola Talking Pen.
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