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It

A beautiful creature on soaring wings
High above these worldly things
Kissing the sky with tender lips
Blooming flowers with finger tips
Looking high and searching low
For little things that no one knows
Where or from whence it came
It's still respected all the same

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Written April 13th, 2005

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  • Watuwant silver member
    May 2, 2005
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    Yes, no matter what "it" may be, we all respect it. Very nice, laura!
    peace
    doug

  • DevilsWrongHand
    April 14, 2005
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    Mike
    Thank you for reading. I meant for the poem to be like as you said, open to the mind. Take it as you will.
    XOXO
    ~laura


  • evo-mx5
    April 13, 2005
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    Makes me wonder what "It" is. Some magical creature? Perhaps an Angel. You leave us much room for interpretation. Whatever it may be, it seems to be benevolent.

    A magical piece, Laura..nicely done.

    Mike