Do you not marvel at the flight of birds
The swirling seas a symphony
The howling winds
The warm crackle of flames
Do you not wonder?
The natural beauty within the unnatural eye
Observed behind a sheet of steel and stone
Perfection, to touch is to destroy
But still I wonder, I marvel
At the flight of birds.
And our darkening clouds.
We shall make it rain
We shall make it storm
The seas shall boil
The skies will come down
And we shall not care
Until the last bird lands
Never to fly again.
Author notes
I wrote this impulsively during an English exam.
What did you think?
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Not great...
This has some good language use but is a bit cheesy... Maybe less cliche and obvious would be good? -
Impulsively good - and you so young, but who says age has owt to do with it? After all I am (cough!) years young. You have a typo I think at "glames".

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Thanks, hadnt noticed when I was typing it up ^.^
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