LiberationA Poem by Hayley
It was once that the birds flew with me
In perfect rhythm of the rising tide
Guided by the golden sun,
A flock in sunrise.
The pale wind tasted pink and steadfast
On our liberated tongues;
Who had heavenly power in open bounty
Had soared among
Us with a shepherding hand;
No longer will my scorched eye
Hold flames to the unyielding sun,
But with my Shepherd heed to eternity fly.
© 2011 Hayley
Added on September 6, 2011
Last Updated on September 6, 2011
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