Flight of Fancy(A Challenge Poem)
My soul, like incence filled with silence As I listened to the voice deep within me In a trance I heard the spirit sing its song of liberty Casting all my fears and shadows into the rivers of tranquility. My eyes projected green meadows, bedecked with primroses and poppeys. A voice like a roaring water fall loudly whispered to me... Soar, Soar like the Ealge beyond the sycomore tree. Take flight,my child and travel Where the horizon meets the sea! Mary Gonzalez (c)2002 Written February 23rd, 2002 © on Feb 23 2002 06:32 AM PST, Mary Aris 0 • 13
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"My soul, like incence filled with silence ..."