At the stroke of midnight
I often think of the antique town
Star-dust and vaporous light

Bring me down by the meadow
I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
Since I finally could feel what it was to be free

Poetry by Coolaaron88
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Written on 2006-08-23 at 07:30

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nice work ,cool! keep it up

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Like a falcon flying love that simile! words and flow are smooth and soothing. kathy