Fly
Fly
Why must I die to grow wings to fly
soar like the eagles into the blue
It is not the same riding in a plane
you can never have that view.
Reason
Emotions cannot contain
with anger shouts explain
Words that no one will hear
frustrations won't belong
when reason calls for calm
love ends in flowing tears.
Quiet
Moderation in tone
as a cat hunts alone
sneaking without disturb
never speaking a word
silent as a fawn at risk
giving a sleeping baby a kiss
whispers soft
covering a cough
calm is the still of night
as a mouse in flight
a secret never told
as the sleepers dream unfolds...
Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2025
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