C. Duhnne

The Eagles Wisdom

If I were an eagle, over the mountains I’d fly, 
and rest on the peaks, that with my wings are nigh,
to watch the sad humans with my ever-keen eye,
to overcome mountains, they seem to deny,
and if wings were the answer, the truth, would they still defy?


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