STEEL BIRD
Aboard the steel huge bird that fly,
Soaring through the shrouded and fluffy skies.
As it soars, meet the disturbing turbulence,
And smoothly ascends the spacious scene.
STEEL BIRD
Aboard the steel huge bird that fly,
Soaring through the shrouded and fluffy skies.
As it soars, meet the disturbing turbulence,
And smoothly ascends the spacious scene.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
NUMBERS | 1 | 07/22/2010 |
STEEL BIRD | 0 | 07/22/2010 |
IN MEMORY OF THE ADVENT OF DUSK | 0 | 07/14/2010 |
THE HUMAN RACE | 1 | 07/11/2010 |
THE POET | 1 | 07/09/2010 |
LIGHTHOUSE | 1 | 07/08/2010 |
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