The EagleA Poem by FrecklewoodPerched high On ragged crags of Wordless thought He waits
A crystalline lake of Loneliness Lays supine below Insatiable hunger burns Within
Masterful talons Thrust deep inter her waters Grasping the seasoned voice of Her naked soul
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FrecklewoodIsraelAboutI am a pondering poet with a pixelled pen. Poetry is the substance on which my mind depends. I capture emotion in the palm of my hand. I contemplate passions and predicaments of Man I hear silenc.. more..Writing
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