The Soaring Hawk
Flying high fly my beautiful one fly ❤️
By Marie381Uk Published 11 months ago • 1 min read
By George’s Girl 2025
The Soaring Hawk
High above, a hawk takes flight,
Feathers glowing in the light.
Gold and blue, a vivid spark,
A silent hunter, fierce and stark.
Clouds drift slow, the sky so wide,
Wings outstretched, a king with pride.
Eyes so sharp, they scan the air,
Freedom lives and lingers there.
No chains to hold, no ground to bind,
Just endless skies and open mind.
A single cry, a distant call,
The hawk will rise, and never fall.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
amazing words you writing always,,I like and always read your poets
Awesome
Fabulous 👏🏻