Feathers

November 27, 2011
By stirringofbirds BRONZE, Snellville, Georgia
stirringofbirds BRONZE, Snellville, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
"When you're going through hell, keep going"


Flying birds streak across the moonlit sky
Their cries are silent but loud as day
I hear the sky
I feel the howl of the wind
Chilling my soul
To the bone.
Wondering.
Notes drift in my mind
Neon colors of pink, yellow, and blue
I close my eyes.
And now, my mind is open
It is easiest to see when blind
I feel. I hear.
Yet, why must we always crave more?
The air flowing into me
It clears my head
Breathe.
Feel.
Live.

The author's comments:
This is a small sample of what I called "free form" poetry. In this I try to let thoughts just escape from my mind onto the paper. Whatever pops into my head gets written down. Hope you enjoy it :)

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