paper bird 10 dec 2008

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

perhaps depressing?

Soaring, Flying

not to high

up, up, up

to high and

burn, burn, burn

 

Rejoicing in flightful gifts

not to low or join the ocean's

ebb, ebb, ebb

 

Soaring, Flying

cruising under a dark

angry cloud

getting rained on

disolving, olving, ing

shreds, tatters fall

the gift of flight

of soaring under an endless sky

the wonder of freedom

is at an end.


Submitted: April 03, 2012

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