3.19.2012

to fly

oh to glide across the air
to feel 
wind uphold wings
pull at feathers

 to be near enough to touch
the sky yet
still not comprehend
what it is

 to drift and
drop
and drift again
to spin

 oh to soar














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1 comment:

  1. Shruti April 24, 2012 at 1:08 PM

    very nicely composed....been ages since i wrote a poem

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