The Soaring Hawk
Flying high fly my beautiful one fly ❤️
The Soaring Hawk
High above, a hawk takes flight,
Feathers glowing in the light.
Gold and blue, a vivid spark,
A silent hunter, fierce and stark.
Clouds drift slow, the sky so wide,
Wings outstretched, a king with pride.
Eyes so sharp, they scan the air,
Freedom lives and lingers there.
No chains to hold, no ground to bind,
Just endless skies and open mind.
A single cry, a distant call,
The hawk will rise, and never fall.
About the Creator
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Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
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