Flying Poem by Kyle Schaerffer

Flying



Flying,
The wings start to burn,
Trying to maneuver,
trying to turn,
A firey death waits below,
this i know,
I saw this coming,
I'm getting closer,
closer,
I can see the faces of the people running,
The end has come.

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Michael Pruchnicki 30 January 2008

Good evocative poem - terse and vivid!

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Kyle Schaerffer

Kyle Schaerffer

new port richey, florida
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