Spirit Of The Hawk Read Count : 41

Category : Poems

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I want to fly up to the sky,

Where angels fear to tread.

To be alive with a cosmic vibe,

Not just fantasy in my head.

I want to soar and hear the roar,

Of the wind that's become my bed.

To fly alone, the sky is my home,

Until the day I'm dead.



  • Dec 12, 2019

  • thats a really great poem sometimes less words brings a very powerful punch just like singing it's great that singers can hit the real pound or high pitch but sometimes it's good to her a low soft soothing voice

    Dec 14, 2019

  • Flying birdie is soaring high dreaming mundane home!

    Dec 14, 2019

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