Flight Of The Soul Poem by Sarah L. Johnsen

Flight Of The Soul

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Now energy
In morning chill
Come round and see
From silent hill.

Leave pain below
In arid land
You'll rise and go
By silver strand;

With lightning flight
In shinning glow
Up to the light
Again you'll know;

Through starry dome
Across the sky—
Once more you're home.
Good does not die.

Friday, May 14, 2004
Topic(s) of this poem: silver
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Sarah L. Johnsen

Sarah L. Johnsen

New Haven, Connecticut
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