Diving Birds
Where humans dare not tread.
If eagles dive past
two faces, yours and mine, then
there I shan’t ascend.
About the Creator
Ethan J Bearden
I am a Middle School English teacher of nearly 10 years. I have been writing most of my life, even dabbling in self publishing in my early years. I have two books to my name, "The Eyes of the Angel," and "Project Villainous: a Tragedy."
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