Up in the sky,
he shall roam.
He's born to be their,
it is his home.
And morn by morn,
he flys with delight.
My eagle slips by,
in the blackness of night.
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Comments
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I like the simple, short lines, and the flow and rhyme. Very lovely piece. A correction: in the third line, their should be there. I would do 'it's' instead of 'it is' in the fourth line for more flow, and darkness instead of blackness in the last line because... I don't know. Oh, great way to end the poem too. Good luck in future writings!
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