The Eagle

July 17, 2019

This pulsing heartbeat

Yearns to roam

To sweep over mountain tops

With wind in sail.

Now, I glide

Lifting above the salty seas

I'll glide, I'll glide

And carry on.

A pulse is steady to its course

Give way

to our endemic source.

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