Dark And Fantasy Poems
Beauty In My Eyes
It flies above the clouds,
Soaring with the wind,
Endless cooling breeze,
Of acceptance, never worried.
Lands when it's hungry,
Looking for a meal,
Minute by minute,
Every day it's alive.
Pretty little feathers,
Can't get close enough,
To feel; to even touch,
Too fast for human hands.
More like me- sometimes
Fast and mysterious,
Flawless; and not innocent,
A pretty little bird in the sky.
by HeadLocked
