Soaring Free
By sidewinder
I am the bird rising in freedom soaring free, Complete... within thy soul, Reaching a pivotal point wherein that dream that touches celebrates those illusions held in a heart, With wings of gold held aloft by the sweet breath of serenity... Peace above me, Tranquil waters below, Thy fragile dream, elusive threads like gossamer webs spin about me, Can you hear thy call of nature? Feel... that force which drives me, Honored with the wind that touches my soul, Beat by beat and the rhythm felt in harmony. Sept. 7, 2001 By: B.E. Whitehorn & Holly Jo Placek Written December 24th, 2001 © on Jun 07 2002 05:44 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn other
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"I am the bird..."