Flightless birds
By Dejected_Worth
She smiled as I passed
White on white amidst the chill
Angels begging quiet. Oh so quite
Flightless birds perched along
the solemn windowsill
And I will Fly, to and Fro
according to the path you will command
And February left it's mark
As cheap whiskey left it's stain
Pointless talk of when and why
count the souls
As Jesters cry
But you have to want to fall to fly...
Kiss the girl and grab for sky
Even Angels have to fall. To Fly
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© 2009 SGT James Craven
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A former member wrote:
very enjoyable, reading. nice piece!
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On Thursday, July 23, 2009, insanemonroe
(16) wrote:
wow thats beautiful!-monroe
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On Monday, February 2, 2009, RubyXero
(484) wrote:
wow. this was amazing. especially the last stanza i loved it
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On Monday, February 2, 2009, sanglante
(17) wrote:
two words: simply wonderful..