Rising poems

The wind of the shallow sky can fill the most beautiful pairs of wings. Dancing around the world filled with color, it's beauty can only match the sun. The dazzling creek reflect the view of the millions stars lit sky; the essence of life maybe bewitch by the beauty of those who seek it. But, the gasp to frame or fortune maybe belittled those who had fought to find it. The shock of the sky my pull and twist those who can harm each other. The thought of power can only search for an answer to those who know it. The feeling of love is a strong gift to those who lose it but, to gain love you must first find it. To be so intrigued by the feeling of lost can control your feelings of love. The air of thought can only loop it's way around the world but only be straight in your head. The fading voice are the most loudest while the loudest of voices can be the most quiet.