Look down upon the landscape
From high up in the air
Like an eagle flying along
Without any care
The peacefulness from high above
Ignores the crazy city life
It watches as the world corrupts
And those upon the surface stabbed with a knife
The freedom of the eagle that flies
Above the clouds and in the skies
Will be worth much more than gold
And the captor of and eagle, forced
Will surely die, with a painful cry
And the eagle free, as of old
(A/N)
I wont be dedicating and more of my poems. there is a more detailed explanation, but when I try to put it into text, it sounds like an insult to my friends (who are all great people). I might start dedicating them again sometime in the future, but for now, its just the poetry. (which is better, right?)
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ŞiirHey, I've been working on some poetry for a couple months now, and I recently decided to post it on Wattpad, so here it is... But first, some things of importance: 1. Everything in the book is mine, I did not steal anything, and if anyone helps me o...
