Opening the eyes of a bird <br />falling or is gliding? Opening my arms or is it wings? <br />spinning around like a ballet dancer and forcefully like a cyclone. <br />dark clouds ahead, darting though the clouds <br />Like a bullet piercing though its target. <br />thunder roar, lightning flashes right before my eyes <br />tosing and turning dodging the rage of storm. <br />spinning right out to the sunlight. Whisper are calling me <br />closing my eyes once again, waking up from <br />a wild dream that i might not never see again<br /><br />sarah frank<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fly-high-7/
