Wings made of the finist silk
floating on a flurry of the gentlest air
No destintation fixed, No cares
A abstract ballet danced in the air,
The ballerina all in white
while he wears his finary.
Gracing our skys with his favour
such a short time on the wing
yet he still had time
to touch our hearts
with his orange tipped wings.
while dancing in the skys.
Categories:
finist, nature,
Form: Free verse
No word can tell, no pen can describe the
beauty of my one true love,
Finist the Falcon.
Categories:
finist, beauty, love, magic, romantic,
Form: Kimo