Zitat von navre am 11 März, 2006, 0039 Uhr

So i thought to my self that i would normally post a poem about once a week but in my absence of about three weeks due to work related "things" I would post another so here we go. It seems a bit od to read well at least it does to me unles one could see the picture that inspired it alas no i dont have that picture wish I did but none the less here it is as always let me know it is sucks to bad and all that enjoy...Na`vre

Upon flesh scribed wings she pins her hopes and dreams...
Born to the land she longs to soar the clouds above...
Standing open before the world she stares into the bright horizon...
Glancing back unto her shoulders she watches...
Will her penned feathers, make flesh and bone...
The winds blow as if teasing her...
Tousled hair and soft wept fears gather about her countenance...
For she is of the earth
Until her plumage grows to full she will trod the dusty ground...
Looking over her shoulder, and staring at the clouds