Blue feathers and cold rain.
May the eagle be our sky,
And the flowers our earth,
And a bright spirit our world.
Blue feathers and cold rain.
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Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.
Blue Feathers & Cold Rain
Blue feathers and cold rain.
May the eagle be our sky,
And the flowers our earth,
And a bright spirit our world.
Blue feathers and cold rain.