wingsA Poem by Dan Means
She is a cygnet effortless and rare
replaced her white feathers with golden blonde hair Burned in your eyes a sight you can't unsee she points her way south far far away from me with a beat of her wings she's gone before I know disappearing into the sun forever and I'm left with only snow © 2014 Dan MeansReviews
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4 Reviews Added on November 5, 2014 Last Updated on November 5, 2014 AuthorDan Meansomaha, NEAboutI feel their is a lack of identifiably American literature in my generation. I find fewer and fewer stories aching of youthful fearless energy. I humbley seek to write in that spirit and hopefully m.. more..Writing
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