January 25, 2010
Let the wings beat against the gears of time; let the rain wash away my sin. Feel the rusted iron against my skin- the shackles that chain my soul. Let the storm settle in, let the flame of freedom lick my heart with desire.

Release the passion, strength, and opinion; watch it explode like thunder chasing lightning, screeching and heaving against a glass window.

It overlooks the sea, with a drowning moon swimming on pure black. Let me sit in the tall grass and smell the green between my fingers, the red that litters the field of flowers with a sickly sweet poison that shatters perception.

Release me. Remember me.

Let me fly.

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Peartz said...
Feb. 7, 2010 at 12:48 pm
This poem is replete with powerful emotions that engages and makes you a participant as it sweeps you along with its message of hope. I love the illusions that make you want to fly along-side this wolf.
Powd3er said...
Feb. 3, 2010 at 11:36 am
This poem has great flow and insight.
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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