This is a poem my friend and I made one day I'm english. Check out her pad. Bri-Fire971.
Of Flame and Flight they rule the sky.
I'm mountains high they do reside.
In time far gone from the time of why.
For this time they all have died.
Though they are gone their mark still stands.
From wind to fire they still rule this land.
They have left this power in our little hands.
Hopefully everything goes as planned.
But we aren't perfect like the legends of old.
We have tripped and fallen, too much and too far.
We have gone and lost all their gold.
What they and we have done has left a permanent scar.
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The Poetry of Sun
PoetryI will be writing my inner thoughts and through many conflicts and what I want to write. I just hope you'll be entertained. Some of the poems will rhyme, some won't. Most of them will be free verse because that's what I feel more comfortable with. I...
