May 25, 2010
By jokecokecs BRONZE, Chalfont, Pennsylvania
jokecokecs BRONZE, Chalfont, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
It is not what we look at that matters, it is what you see. ~Henry David Thoreau

What if I,
Could grow wings and fly,
In cotton clouds,
That floated in a blue sky?
What would you say,
If feathers of snow,
Grew from my back?
And wings of leather,
Grew jet black?
What would you think,
If I soared in the air?
Twirling and diving
Without a care.
What would you do
If I f e l l ?
My wings went limp,
The soft feathers grew weak.
Leather long fingers crippled.
Slipping, F






G through
The floor of the sky.
Would you catch me?
Would you care?
Please spread your wings
Fly and save me.
For that is all
I ever wanted to see.

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Coffee BRONZE said...
on Jun. 20 2010 at 10:14 pm
Coffee BRONZE, Tallahassee, Florida
4 articles 5 photos 184 comments

Favorite Quote:
Your Face.

This is a really really really amazing poem!!!!!

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