Be Free

January 22, 2010
Let the ballerina twirl, and the eagle soar high.
She leaps through the air, he flies through the sky.
That dancer so graceful, the eagle in sight.
She landed that jump, he's done with his flight.
The audience stands up, they clap and cheer.
The eagle takes off, no problem, nor fear.

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Zoe Rose said...
Jan. 27, 2010 at 9:32 pm
I thought this was a beautiful poem!
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