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I love to fly. I stand at the top and look down. I see life. I see death. The world goes on. No matter what happens, it goes on. I am the wind. The wind goes on. It blows the hair away from my face, and I jump. As I fall, I think. Wonder. What happens if nothing happens? I spread out my arms as I free-fall from the top. The wind is a cushion to me. Holds me up. Again, I wonder. The world is dark. The earth is wrong. Twisted. Corrupt. But nothing is without hope. The ground nears. Is it my time now? I sigh. Spread my black and silver wings. The wind catches them. I fly. I do not leave yet. I have work to do.
briza added this comment 2008-08-11 19:29:19-05:00
WOOOOOOOW! IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL
jag2910 added this comment 2010-05-05 04:37:17-05:00
Wonderful poem!
briza added this comment 2008-08-11 19:29:19-05:00
WOOOOOOOW! IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL
jag2910 added this comment 2010-05-05 04:37:17-05:00
Wonderful poem!