Swift and unseen
the eagle emerged from the cave
the cave where eagles go
when they can hardly fly
his beak was smaller
from rubbing against
the rough walls
and the pain was
now a memory
he was lighter
almost
almost
free free free free
are we are we are we are we
free free free free
to believe
Wasted Hours
16 years ago
1 comment:
peace... well i can see the freedom in your poem.. actually, we have the right to believes, but ask our self.. how do we sure that our perception is true... my answer.. Ask the guidance from Our Lord..
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