Deed

Does she know
The height of her flight
Or, just
She flutters her wings
from the necessary bondage

To speak, and
Fulfill her wish!
Does she know
The motive behind
the markings of the cause

Such feeble
Thy faith, can’t be
By thy end; but
To out-pass your knowing
“Who I am”

She knows
The acts of life
Masquerading the burning fire
And cooling
the water keg

Acting buffer
Between the rising sun
And the waning moon;
She writes,
Her daily deed

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