A Poet's Eye In the Lonely Sky
Sea Gull,
soaring so high
no one inspires
wings of dreams
like you create
painting the sky.
Clouds descend,
forming a
havenin the twilight;
the tips of your wings
catches the wind,
in poetic flight.
Searching for dreams,
in drifting tide;
Spreading your wings
in glimmering light;
A Poet's eye
In the lonely Sky.
By PL Fallin
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