dervish

I have loved the gutters
where my friends
have fallen
more than the stars
they deemed out of reach
my hovering in-between
seemed my place to live
one hand to the earth
the other to the skies
my own whirling dervish
filtering out the lies
catching butterflies
loving all that came
along my way
taking what was needed
giving back what was not
its hardly harmony
it was all I got

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