My Being

February 23, 2012
By HolyTony BRONZE, Springfield, Illinois
HolyTony BRONZE, Springfield, Illinois
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I am flying swiftly
through the air, the wind
hitting hard at my face.


There is a nice cool, spine
chilling breeze that allows
the fish to come to the top
of the lake.

When I see one that catches
my eye I swoop down to get
it.
Sometimes it’s the right one.
Sometimes
its
not.
That’s how I get my poetry.


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