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The sun is shinning,
Yet she can not see,
To her happiness,
She's yet to find the key.
The cloud obscuring,
Hangs high above,
She sits there, mourning,
Like a couped up dove.
Her wings, they ache,
Her eyes, they glitter,
Her feathers quake,
Her hearts all atwitter.
A smile, as simple as that little seed,
Sits and grows, until now,
Oh glory, shes freed!
Her wings spread far,
Her eyes ablaze,
She, a shooting star,
The sky inescapable of her gaze.
To there she aims,
Up there she shines,
A sign of peace,
Of both body and mind.
- by wolf_kaname |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/24/2008 |
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Comments (3 Comments)
- clannad-94 - 06/15/2009
- This poem is amazing! I think that it is really well written!
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- Shizuka_chan101 - 09/24/2008
- I think this is a very nice poem, and I do like the theme. I think I like the the last two verses the best.
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- xxskyxxblue - 09/24/2008
- Wonderful! Just wonderful! 5/5
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