We are arrows in flight
Beautiful and true
But the winds of life we must fight
The air is of a darker hue
We dream of dragons and swords
Proud and glorious
This abyss of delight
We fall to the glittering hords
We may be shining minds
Bright and sharp
But know we how to hone these spinning dimes
To tune the finest harp
We must believe in magic
Wild and free
Because without this gold wrought key
Life is dark and tragic.
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The Wild in My Mind
PoetryA on-going poetry selection of little sparks that flutter into my mind from emotions, passions and the elsewhere... (#428)
