I Sit Atossed To Heaven's Skies By Thee, Wherewith The Myths And Lies Of Fame Not Be. I Floss Not Fear Nor Flaunt No Foe While There. My Style Is... Poem by Joshua Guillory

I Sit Atossed To Heaven's Skies By Thee, Wherewith The Myths And Lies Of Fame Not Be. I Floss Not Fear Nor Flaunt No Foe While There. My Style Is...



I sit atossed to heaven's skies by thee,
Wherewith the myths and lies of fame not be.
I floss not fear nor flaunt no foe while there.
My style is strong, not weak, and my beak most fair.
I seek my wings to fly to anything,
And when I speak my wind is like a king.
Standing aflight my might is what I sing,
The birds my choir, the earth my band and bling.

- Joshua Guillory

Wednesday, February 10, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: peace
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February 10,2021, P.M. peace, life, nature, victory, forever, joy, love
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