Fly Poem by Serena Blackinton

Fly



On the wings of an eagle,
I soar ever higher
looking down
upon the greens, browns and greys
of the earth below.
The sun shines above me,
the wind blows all around.

I am free;
nothing can touch me
Forever moving forward,
in harmony with the sky.
I don't feel anything but the peace of unity
With the world.
I am free and I fly.

Monday, August 6, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: angel
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr 06 August 2012

Like the crisp, tightly cropt construction and overall stanzaic form... Solid crafting ~FjR~

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