Soaring A Beat At A Time
By sidewinder
Light bright wings fly warm in the air touching freedom, Soaring a beat at a time, Celebrating those cries where a soul touches beyond time, Nevermind those rude awakenings which darken the moment, Yet.... experience remains, Can you see... from my eyes thy completeness? Or can it be exhilaration fills thy need? Those silver clouds rage in joy, Patient in the attention. June 7, 2001 Written January 28th, 2002 © on Jan 28 2002 06:51 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn hope
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"Light bright wings..."