The Flight

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  • Fantasy
    • shadowcatcher
    • Getting ready to head to the high country for vacation. Most of the time I'm already there

    The Flight
    Do you know that with eagles I have flown?
    This happens when I look into your pretty green eyes
    My heart takes flight and begins to soar
    Underneath the beauty of crystal blue skies
    Without a single movement or effort of my own
    And balanced on steady strong wings
    I do not care to hunt, nor hunger not at all
    I’m just patiently waiting and listening
    For your loving hearts sweet gentle call
    Our hearts meld warmly as we silently glide,
    Ascending toward the heavens side by side.

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    HeavenlyAngel commented on The Flight

    01-08-2009

    I love this! i found someone recently who makes me feel this way! greatly writen!! :)
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    drewking commented on The Flight

    01-08-2009

    beautiful piece of work...
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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