Poetry by Peter D. Orr
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Aurora's Path Give me feathers So I can perch on a lone, mighty branch And feel each quill rise To meet the wind. I want to measure my soul Against the horizon And find it never ending. Though the sun may set The distant mountains glow With the expectation of stars Which call me on to hover, Like the whisps of clouds... To alight upon Aurora's Path To soar within the evening shroud To sail until the monrning's breath To lift a wing and conquer death.
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