A distand mirage,
Those vales and hills
Streams and rivers,
A long gone memory
Its just air,
In the front ,back
And the up and down
Well spread to the sides
Call it hope
Swirling ,bending
Throwing shapes
At me
Some grave
Beautifull some are
No colours ,only
The reality of black
And white
Truth,lies and some
Rotten carcases
Love ,care,joy
The weakness
I don't have
But ones they are
I crave the most
All is mute
The wind
The clouds
Except for the
Flapping of my wings
I'm high
Up above
Yet so low
Yearning for that
Bit of land down below
And still my wings,
They flap
I go up still ,
Further away ,
The yearning high pitched
The flight is long ,
Wind heavy ,
The fight gruelling
And hard
Yet i fly
- Noel Daniel
Wow, my Friend. You DO know how to send imagines straight to the heart for thinking and relating. Thank you for your gift. (:
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Noelle, you certainly have a way with words and visions my friend. I don't know where you get the idea from that you have trouble putting pen to paper - I'd like to have your problem ;)
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