Wednesday, September 10, 2008

The Chant of the Hope

I saw eagle flying free
In the opening of the day
I heard thunder following 
Like crash of supersonic plane

Burried minds after the storm
Sun mounting between the peaks
The orange shadowed the eagle
Crafting a picture of the greatest art

Shall the eagle fly higher?
Will this be longer as being dreamed?
All answers up to the rolling wheel
Across the harmony of the wild nature

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