Thunder Birds
My breath is stolen away by the flight of your wings,
The heights I will never reach while I roam this earth.
My fears but a speckle of dust,
My barriers a mist, against the freedom of your silver force.
Zigzagging beyond the gravity's rules
What goes through your mind while your heart's astray?
Small like an ant, as a I gaze above,
We will meet in the very same clouds some day.
Copyright © Elena Prowell | Year Posted 2008
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