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Fantasy

Riding on an eagle’s wing,
     Soaring above the sky.
It is the most beautiful thing,
     To see everything up so high.
You rocket into twil’it,
     To pierce the atmosphere.
Feelings fall into a thoughtless pit.
     The feeling left is fear.
This fear will go away,
     As soon as you reach the stars.
The night will conquer day,
     Once you’ve circled Mars.
©2004-2008 ~MoonlightMuse
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I wrote this in '92 for an English class project for entry into a statewide high school contest.
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