A Falcon Feather Drops To This New Home
Like Apollo God Of The Sun & sometimes fire.
orion sight restored pulses faceless the arrow hunts the hunter through the net of stars.
You ride the years interstellar until your visor glimmers blue again
Tuesday, March 31, 2020
Neil Armstrong Poem
When my face became the moon. A blue drop adorned my eye hollow with flight of earth.
A Falcon Feather Drops To This New Home
Like Apollo God Of The Sun & sometimes fire.
orion sight restored pulses faceless the arrow hunts the hunter through the net of stars.
You ride the years interstellar until your visor glimmers blue again
A Falcon Feather Drops To This New Home
Like Apollo God Of The Sun & sometimes fire.
orion sight restored pulses faceless the arrow hunts the hunter through the net of stars.
You ride the years interstellar until your visor glimmers blue again
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Love your poem Savannah!
ReplyDeleteKia Orana Savanah I like the way you used wonderful and interesting words on your poem
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