Poems from DrFizzHead
Dance is a form of flying without wings.
For who needs wings when dancing is pure freedom?
And isn't freedom a form of wings?
Fly high my...
Your love for me is as leaves of silk in the wind,
pretty and pleasant, but just as false and fleeting.
From the sea they rise
Beware traveler of your demise
From the sea they swarm
Think twice wanderer before braving the storm
From the sea...
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Upon morning's first light,
Shines a train's reflection bright,
Oh, what a sight to make one reel!
For words alone cannot convey the awe...
Upon Morning's First Light
Shines A Train's Reflection Bright.