Soaring ...............
Eagle, eagle in the sky nice and high,
soaring on the wind drifts,
Looking for something to eat,
or maybe just a place to sleep.
Unchain the restrains that lay upon me,
Let me fly away to a land far away,
to get away from all the evil.
Soaring with my wings stretched out,
with the wind caring me so high and fine,
Soaring in the sunset to a secret place so high.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
~ Soaring ~
Posted by fzia at 12:38 AM
Labels: poem (life)
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