Mahogany Sky

At times the sky

Bleeds lightning

Yet the birds still possess

The want to keep flying

Imagine having wings

Without ego

Consciousness endowed

In the waters of the spiritual

Soaked in ones self

Hidden from reality

To discover transcendent breath

Practical love meets vanity

As the mahogany sky

Cries red tears of sanity

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