Flying over the hills and valleys
The birds soar above the hills
When it is dusk or twilight
Seeing the beauty of the empyrean
And the half mown hills lie.
The azure sky turning tawny
When the Daystar depart to welcome the celestial pearl,
Bloomed flowers fade away
To greet the evening luminary.
The pleasant feeling to glide in the cold breeze,
And feel the warmth of the sun
Like an avifauna flying upon the heavens
To wing it's way home.
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Art of poetry
Poetry"I have never started a poem whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering"- Robert Frost I want to write this book cause I want to write poems and see them after years to remind myself of my teenage years and see if I have improved. I hope you co...
