OUT OF THE SHADOWS

FROM: Flicker
Shall you let the brush
Of another man's stained lens
Paint the portrait of your life?
...
Say, if you were the moon,
Would you hide your light
In awe of the Sun's glare?

The chameleon ought then to hide
In the shadows of shame
When the gazzele sprints by.

Tell me, shall the snail hide
And deny his pliable horns
Because of the grazing stag?
...
I tell you, the round apple
That craves the banana's curve
Risks his place on the branch.
...
The chicken that will dare the eagle
Must first let his wings
Test the strenght of the air.

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