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Amber Wheaton Poem
On scaled wings they fly,
through the midnight sky.
Eyes of passion, hearts of gold,
what kind of a future doth a dragon
hold? A life of fear that a knight
might come and slay? Oh would that be
their final day?
On scaled wings they fly,
through the midnight sky,
wings swift and strong gluiding
all night long, filling the air
with their song. A sudden burst through
the chest, taken to its final watery rest.
On scaled wings they fly with heads held
high, for they refuse to let their honor die,
On scaled wings they fly.
Copyright © Amber Wheaton | Year Posted 2005
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Amber Wheaton Poem
A long jurny finally at an end,
No more travles, no more woes,
No more sand between my toes.
It's been ruff and the tests,
oh, how they were tuff. But
through it all you were there.
My guiding light, my piller of
stone. The one to always care.
Finaly, I can rest my head,
lie in my bed, and drift off
to a sleep after being fed.
Welcome Home, that's what is
said, before I close my eyes
and the prayer has been said.
Copyright © Amber Wheaton | Year Posted 2005
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Amber Wheaton Poem
Hope
Ever lasting,Answered
prayers, Vacant places,
Eternity Now awaits.
Heaven is an eternal place,
we await the comeing of the
Son, what it will be like to
see His face.
Copyright © Amber Wheaton | Year Posted 2005
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