glass sky

I flail and I flap
with my pale white wings
I stretch and I reach
for evanescent things

I try to catch sunsets
in my bony hands
I try to save the rainbow
in my mental lands

I search for times past
of sheer child laughter
which I tried to remember
both before and after

moments and people
I never fully feel
because I always make notes

in a little book made of steel.

Poetry by C-F Haegring
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Written on 2012-02-12 at 22:23

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Melissa Ormond
A great write! I enjoyed the read. Keep writing!:)

Very well written!