Weightless Poem by Arlyn Canones

Weightless



Hearken the call of a dream;
to ride the Golden Spear!
Kiss the sun,
and touch the clouds..
Blow, oh Precious Wind, blow!
And I, to fly
through the burning sky!

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(July 08,2002)
(8: 26pm)

Sunday, August 31, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams
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