Mar 9
Spring's chill morning, bald eagle's wingspan wide,
Whistling wind through wings —- hushed secret sigh.
Her gaze, a steel talon, grips my soul inside,
Reminding me of ashes of oblivion, now soaring in time.
Love will lift us stronger, future clouds where we'll glide.
Whistling wind through wings —- hushed secret sigh.
Her gaze, a steel talon, grips my soul inside,
Reminding me of ashes of oblivion, now soaring in time.
Love will lift us stronger, future clouds where we'll glide.
On my run today, a bald eagle flew within 10 meters of me. I heard the wind whistle through her wings.
