Ascending wide fluorescent wings golden,
Within a deep translucent light they come
To stay. Although you might not hear these things
Float far beyond winds, life's wings overcome.
Inside worlds swirl the wild image of life,
Becomes devoured by split infinities.
The world sees harsh creatures as sounds of Fyfe.
Busy things move on from affinity.
Over, drifts pretty things without fear
Of falling, yet ultimately they're bound
To leave as swiftly as the wind blows near.
Enter don't flee, don't be afraid to pound
Your fear. You're made stronger than you comply.
I flit, I float, I fleetly flee I fly.
(This was a school assignment)
YOU ARE READING
There is hope
PoetryHi! My name is Leslie! These poems are based off of my life experiences, and my perspectives on certain topics; some were also high school assignments. These are some poems that I wrote, I hope that you like them. I don't add them very often, but wh...
