STEEL BIRD
Aboard the steel huge bird that fly,
Soaring through the shrouded and fluffy skies.
As it soars, meet the disturbing turbulence,
And smoothly ascends the spacious scene.
STEEL BIRD
Aboard the steel huge bird that fly,
Soaring through the shrouded and fluffy skies.
As it soars, meet the disturbing turbulence,
And smoothly ascends the spacious scene.
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
NUMBERS | 1 | 07/22/2010 |
STEEL BIRD | 0 | 07/22/2010 |
IN MEMORY OF THE ADVENT OF DUSK | 0 | 07/14/2010 |
THE HUMAN RACE | 1 | 07/11/2010 |
THE POET | 1 | 07/09/2010 |
LIGHTHOUSE | 1 | 07/08/2010 |
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