I Fly

I Fly

A Poem by Gypsy Dreamer
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In my dreams, my spirit is free...

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Raven hair
black eyed stare
I fly through the night
to get me where
the firefly's swarm
in twinkles of light
in hopes of no burn out
before it's too bright
is the sun when
it does come
and blue is the sky
from the heavens
I climb in search
of a feast to
satisfy my mind
you know that I
am of nature
I do not own
for my spirit
is captured
inside of a body
of lived in skin
and late at night
I shed it within
and again
I fly.

© 2014 Gypsy Dreamer


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Flying is freedom. Freedom to escape and find a better place. I like the artwork and the desire of your words. I wish I could take a long vacation and be free to wander and taste freedom like a wild animal. A very good ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 8 Years Ago


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I liked this piece though brief it got me thinking about my own soul and how I am owned by certain things, I guess that is how life is designed we must be owned a little to enjoy our freedoms.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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I can really feel this write, Such a light feeling. Lovely write!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Flying is freedom. Freedom to escape and find a better place. I like the artwork and the desire of your words. I wish I could take a long vacation and be free to wander and taste freedom like a wild animal. A very good ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on August 27, 2011
Last Updated on August 30, 2014
Tags: Raven, Black, Night, Firefly, Sun


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