Poetry Poem by Phoenix Phoenix
Poetry
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Missing link,
pen in ink.
Human instinct,
almost extinct.
Something to bring,
reason to think.
Balancing on the brink,
to fly or to sink.
Let yourself shrink,
following the heavens´ wing.
Sometimes odes to sing,
or a bell to ring.
A tiny little thing.
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4/19/2024 10:44:25 AM # 1.0.0.1119
i really enjoyed reading this poem. thanks for sharing