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Was an early morning sunrise
when I spied that eagle
I was mesmerized by his grace
enraptured by his beauty
With wings spread wide
he soared effortlessly
as he captured a
morning westerly waft
Then a thermal of rising air
took him to such heights
that he disappeared into
a grey billowing cloud
My mind visualized him soaring
high above the mountains
riding that forever wind until
he reached his final destination
Go outside my love
gaze up at the sky
contemplate each ghostly image
as it goes floating by
Look for one that changes
from an unfamiliar soma
into a beautiful soaring eagle
If you see him
then he has reached
his final destination
He carries with it
my heart to your doorstep
bringing with it my love
and wish for you of happiness
Look and see if he is there
for you and only you will
be able to see him
be able to feel him
be able to want him
But if you don't believe in
"Fairy Tales and Pixie Dust"
then it shall only appear
as a shapeless, heartless apparition
Remember you have to believe
there is magic within ones soul
or you shall never believe
in anything at all
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Author Notes
My imagination flying high again. As a writer I do believe in Fairy Tales and Pixie Dust or I could not write anything at all. An added note The eagle is the only bird that when it rains instead of looking for cover he flies above the rain clouds.
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