Effortless, fluid motion, sailing on the currents of air, two hawks appear. From yellow fierce eyes scorching disdain burns into my mind. Feathered instrument of death, snatch your victim from the earth. Soar beyond the reach of man, let him feel your mocking scorn. Pitiless in your heavenly reign, Subject to the whim of man, unaware of your vunerable state, you fly by mercy and grace,
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
A people’s heart can be found in their poetic words. In history men and women have stood firmly upon their soapboxes and street corners, rallying the deepest beliefs of people to rise up and be heard. The poetrypages.com has offered that voice a new
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Michael Gibbs
(((HUGS))) and much love, your Tx. friend, Karen Lynn. :D
God bless you!