Home Ominous Flight

come walk we two
across flame red sky
two birds soar flying

silent solitary shadows
would clip our wings
in home ominous flight

blood red flame sunsets
bathe glorious horizons
bruised epic bleed rivers

poem by Terence George CraddockReport problemRelated quotes
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