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Silver Wings

Oh she soars above the twilight
spreads her wings towards the lantern,
instinct hones towards Blighty’s bight
mind confused thinking of Skipton.

Gone the lure of tropical nights
diamond scattered heaven above,
only the cliffs of dolomites
to where here is her true love.

Waiting in anticipation
trauma the drama yet the fight,
together participation
oh once alighted from this flight.

Silver wings bare your robust soul
bring her back safely just for me,
here to play out fate’s active role
at the gate of our minds I'll be!

© Harry J Horsman 2013

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 10/20/2013 2:10:00 PM
Harry a lovely poem it quite caught me up superb pen Shadow x smile soup mail
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Date: 10/15/2013 5:06:00 PM
Beautifully written! A work of art.
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Date: 10/15/2013 11:39:00 AM
" to play out fate’s active role at the gate of our minds I'll be!" giving guarantee is nice of hearts. Lovely done with series of diamond words. Loved always, bl
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Date: 10/15/2013 8:31:00 AM
love this one too you are coming back to your best now harry only you can engender these sort of comments xx
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Date: 10/14/2013 11:48:00 PM
this seems symbolic, Harry. Lots of beautiful imagery in this one. Glad to see you post a new one!!
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Date: 10/14/2013 10:38:00 AM
the sentiment of this work grows on my soul, harry... ohh the longing, tremedous!..:) hugggs
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Date: 10/14/2013 10:24:00 AM
I enjoyed the melodious tunes of the poem, harry
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Date: 10/14/2013 8:01:00 AM
great writr Harry
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Date: 10/14/2013 7:27:00 AM
A poetic gem, my good friend! A GREAT write... cheers, Jack
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Date: 10/14/2013 7:17:00 AM
Wow Harry!!! sounds like my neck of the woods, up 'round Lk. Superior....when November Storms begin...and loved ones worry.....cool, melodious poem, love it! jimbo
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