A Falcon does not fear, but hears
her friend – the wind: he is blind
but behind every flight
of the fearless falcon.
Her energy and bravery comes from he –
Who challenges a falcon’s strength
and depth of her heart.
Time and again the wind would fight
the falcon’s flight – tearing her right and left.
Once he crept behind her wings, pushing as she cries,
Rise! The wind would yell. For only he
knew the courage and power of a falcon’s wing’s,
An eagle’s vision in a falcon’s eye,
The ferocious roars of a falcon’s voice.
The Falcon knows it’s just child’s play,
At the end of the day, after all,
He would never let her fall.
Love,
The Little Novice
You call yourself a novice? I don’t think so. This poem is beautiful and shows a true empathy for nature.
I particularly like the two closing lines.
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thank you so much! 😀 The last two lines were my favourite too! And yes I still call myself a Novice nevertheless hahaha
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It’s probably safer that way, then not too much is expected of you. If you do something really good like that poem readers are pleasantly surprised, and then if you write something not so good they don’t feel let down.
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Seriously wow you ticked every box and wrote a superb poem. I freaked out at this I think it will just be too hard. I cent believe you made a shape , amazing x
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I did the best I could! Hehe but thank you!! 🙂
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Reblogged this on Christine J. W. Chu and commented:
Undeniable beautiful~
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Thank you I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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What a great poem –definitely not a novice!!
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Thank you! 🙂
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