Birth came,
followed by the lightning strike of innocence,
like a feather,
taken by the wind,
but gentle on the touch.
Easily struck down,
by a conformists direct mouth,
forever obeying,
slave.
Hold both your brother's hands,
while you stun strays into amazement,
small light,
but a light none the less,
a beacon to the lost.
Oh subtle personality,
Ba of 3,
but 1 among many.















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