I can never seem to finish poems. Well heres another one that has no ending.
I love to hear the beasts
at night.
Howling at the moon, or taking
to the air in flight.
They make my heart
skip with the thrill of the kill.
and my soul soar far from
this lone windowsill.
Over great seas and
giant tree tops.
My soul flys free
even if the stars drop.
Above the clouds its
calm and quiet.
And thats as far as i got.Any ideas?
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