Walking On A String Poem by Andhy Shakespeare

O th doves...

Ye fly beautifully in th eyre
Flying as sylphlyk as th sylph
Flying 'til overring thy dimension
Flying na burden in thee

O th doves...


Ye fly as if na hidden þing in thy tales
How can ye do it?
How be thine unseen of thee?
How lucky ye are!

O th doves...

Ye knowen how I be hither
I be walking on a string na wing
I be walking lonely na rib
I be walking with th tym to passen th string

O th doves...

Ye have known how I be now
Truly, it can maken mee fallynge to dale
Th dale þat immureth mee na end
Th dale þat 'cometh a cottage of helle dwellers

O th doves...

Ye are lyk th sylph
I envi'd to thee
I envi'd to thy true nirvana
I want to feel what ye are, not thou art

O th doves...

Ye can fly overring thy dimension
Bringen mee passing th string
Bringen mee na fear feeling to fallen
Be gripp'd my body to rechen th last lyn of th string! ! !


- Andhy Shakespeare



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