
I saw you on the wire
Cawing in the sunshine
Through plumes of nightly fire
You expressed the truth was mine
I sat on the bench below
Pondered your haunting voice
Trusting what I must know
I had to make a choice
Life it is a fickle stray
The ebbs and flows I come upon
You looked at me and flew away
I knew that I must carry on
Tender is the thought
In hope, I do believe
For when the truth is sought
Dreams I do achieve.
So lovely, with a cadence that sings!
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Thank you! 🙂
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Of course. 🙂
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Beautiful 🙂
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Thank you very much. 🙂
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Absolutely wonderful!
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Some lovely language and ideas in this poem. Bravo.
It makes mine look ridiculous!
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Beautiful poem! Full of great imagery and lush descriptions. I really enjoyed reading this!
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