Without Rest
Soaring far above the earth,
the lonely eagle flies
Lost amidst the shifting clouds,
none can hear its cries.
Drifting through both space and time,
love unreturned finds no rest.
For life is like the passing sky,
so elusive on nights distressed.
Brian Strand Contest
June 6, 2016
Copyright © Juaneco Torrente | Year Posted 2018
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