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Luis Escobar Poems
We all have a bird inside of us, who sings from the first moments of life. Some of our can sing operatically over the grandest orchestras, with the flowing allure of a springtime dress.
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
We all have a bird inside of us,
who sings from the first moments of life.
Some of our can sing operatically over the grandest orchestras,
with the flowing allure of a springtime dress.
Others can hardly chirp a simple melody,
over a silent wind.
And for those who can hardly chirp,
yet crave for that singing songbird to burst out their chest.
The persuasions of patterns on the golden road,
seem to entice them the most.
So you’ll down that last shot.
Inhale the most toxic fumes.
Fall to your knees and shout to the sky.
While covering your bird in tar ...