January 7, 2010
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The beatings of hawks wings
precede the beak
and then it is above me
dark in shadow
before it rises
and the golden glow
lights upon it's face and neck
outlines its wings in glory
letting loose every feather
fine fingers spread wide

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roseann This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 10, 2010 at 4:10 pm
wow, when you read it you feel yourself fade away and become whats written. you have such a gift, keep writing!
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