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A little like the voices and sights of the sky

Like the wind she flies by night

Thru the witches eye and eternal sight

She sees above the clouds high

A feathered Bird and hears his cry

Singing a song to her young

Lost in the sunset day is done

 

To a sailor from the sea

The sunset turns red for all to see

A warning from the maiden who looks upon

A sky turned red unto the sun

 

From a valley to a mountain

May the Lord walk with you

And the waters from the fountain

May shower day blue

Reviews

[brezybaby3]

Good job! I like it. and well done for putting yourself out there. It is a tough first step.

[CandaceAlefteras]

I have always written poems but this was a test drive for Writers Craft hope you like it.