Sojourn from the hedge of destiny
turning off the trail of a lonely road
succumbing to air unspeakable scorch
while walking like a pedgy-hedgy trowl!
Howling was an embark of the travail
afar from the wings of an eagle's hide.
Look not the benches above
the spine of a tree's locker bow.

Yeah...I was flying like a crow
in the air with no wings to trail
the blazing sunset of the day!
Never turning against the wind
of the east as it throw me deeper
into a despicable pit!

Gil Gregorio

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