Through winter chill or searing summer heat,
The turbulent wind lifts you far on high,
A voice that cries and wings that fiercely beat,
You cannot hope to know until you try,
Your life is small; the endless sky is vast,
Never give in to fate; don't compromise,
Bright feathers grow, your fledgling wings spread fast,
The life before you is your paradise,
You feel the many weary hours worn thin,
Steel nights of silent pain; bronze days of rage,
Nobody sees the shining heart within,
The crumbs of love locked in a gilded cage,
Your silver feathers sparkle diamond bright,
On swift storm winds soar jubilant in flight.
nice poem! did you write it??
Quote from: Renny on June 10, 2011, 13:44
nice poem! did you write it??
Unfortunately no.
I thought it was pretty nice.
I shall change it to someone who made it. (:
Quote from: NibbPower on June 11, 2011, 16:54
Unfortunately no.
aww... i was going to say you got some talent!! But oh well, its the poem that matters