From heights above, in azure grace,
An eagle soars, a master of space.
With wings outstretched, majestic flight,
A symbol of freedom, a glorious sight.
Yet fate's cruel hand, a sudden spree,
An eagle falls from sky's grand spree.
Plummeting fast, its cry unheard,
A tragedy struck, wings now blurred.
Through winds it tumbled, feathers spun,
A fall from grace, its flight undone.
A majestic creature now adrift,
In nature's grasp, a poignant shift.
The sky that once held freedom's lore,
Now cradles pain, the eagle's sore.
But in this fall, a tale of might,
The eagle rises to take new flight.
With strength renewed, from valley's floor,
It soars again, its spirit sore.
A symbol still, of skies so high,
The falling eagle relearns to fly.
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Poems
PoetryI'm presenting a collection of poems I've personally written. Each one stands as an independent creation, though some may intertwine through common themes. These poems reflect my innermost feelings, and in certain instances, they echo fragments of...
