Who am I?

Who am I to walk into the golden chambers with spoon and forks that answers the ray of sunshine?

Who am I to shove the mirror and glance at the splendid expense of garden with lilies?

Who am I to wear the silver cape with hoods that cover my numb and weary eyes?

Am I the one that should ask the questions?

Am I the one that should draw the lines?

Did anyone tell the sun about the people that thrive for it to shine? Did anyone tell the stars about the people that seek for its glimmer?

Am I the one that should read the stances?

Am I the one that should walk around the bush?

Who am I that even my back should flatter the archer?

Who am I to begin the song with the young players?

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The Talking Pigeon

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