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Free verse № 20403

flying home

by daniella

Member since 2002 · Posted 14 Oct 2002 · Edited 26 Oct 2002 · 4 comments

Gathering on the wing where windsheer takes me, the frost thins. From these holes I sense the distance and know the hour arrives. Her head resting in my lap, I hope to stroke her thoughts and take them with me when I return. Upon that wing, I wish to send her. Into a horizon better still, defined.

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[6] poetandknowit 17-Dec-02/7:43 PM Reply
Some nice lines.
[n/a] daniella › poetandknowit 2-Jan-03/10:08 PM Reply
thanx
[9] emeraldeyes 29-Dec-02/3:33 PM Reply
this is the first free verse that i've read AND loved!
[n/a] daniella › emeraldeyes 8-Oct-17/8:20 PM Reply
better late than never. thank you