The Tear of An Eagle
Reaching the highest top in the sky split
Lofty upon hours of windy breaks;
No nest is the dawn for their winds to fit
As untouched spread the country of their fates.
An eagle is raising eyes upon a storm;
Fights in the wind, the glory of a past.
Above a will of power to draw the clouds' form
Until the endless of a time their souls outlast.
As rain is floating on rivers of wrestling desire
For misty roads a bird shall not walk
But seek the mystery of earth melting with fire
When eagle's tears are falling to land's door like a knock.
A windy decision just ending to a wise claw.
In desert of guilt eagle's tears their pain withdraw.
Copyright © Valeria Iliadou | Year Posted 2010
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