Tuesday, May 6, 2014


I like the hawk as it soars in the sky but
it can't stay forever
some day it will die as it plummets to the ground

Just a raptor swooping in
it's lonely at the top sometimes but
I wouldn't know just a poet
chasing rhymes

I'm a nighthawk flying in the dark
but I know the way
flapping through the rain and snow
but I'm just a wanderer with a pen in hand
and that's all I know

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