Saturday, 21 January 2012

Enola

She rose into the air, roaring;
Soaring like the phoenix born of the ash
As the flash of morning sunlight kissed her wings,
Reminding them all of greater things,
Amongst such fragile beings.
Her beating heart shudders
And she flexes her steel shoulders
Shaking off long hours of inaction
For love of a new distraction
In the fraction of beauty above.

1 comments:

  1. Stunning xxx but si I think 'she' should be changed to 'he' then it is perfect xxx

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