Eagle
By Elizabeta
August 21, 1998
I'm like the mighty eagle --
througheveryday life I soar
I've gotten used to the cloudy skies
but still I'm frightened by the thunder's roar
And only when the sound of the
electric fan is all that can be heard,
when all the scary non-existant sounds
become faded and blurred --
I wonder who I am.
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