Silver light flickers off mirrored wings
Changing direction in the setting sun
Synchronized flight of jubilation
Calling to us to break free and join them
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| Birds in Flight Silver light flickers off mirrored wings Changing direction in the setting sun Synchronized flight of jubilation Calling to us to break free and join them |
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| My Comments: This poem really doesn't follow any rhyme or meter; however, it truly does capture the split-second image I witnessed while driving home from my sister's house one cold Wisconsin evening. This is exactly what I saw and felt and cannot think of any better way to describe it. | ||||||||||||||
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