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Fly

He twirls and whips through the trees,
A gentle breeze or a cough and a sneeze.
My hair is teased as he calls my name,
“I am the wind and I’m glad you came.”

I cannot see him, but I start to speak,
“Oh wind, carry me to mountain’s peak.”
“No, dear child, your skin is too thin,
You’ll be dead by tomorrow, I promise I’ll win.”

What’s there to win, when you have nothing to lose?
I gave him my terms, but I have no right to choose.
The useless wind who laughs when I weep,
As he dries my throat, and I COUGH COUGH COUGH to sleep.

Maybe my skin is thin, but he has none at all.
How does he fly, he’s neither short nor tall.
He has no wings yet he sings,
“Sleep, child, from the mountain I’ll let you fall.”

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There's so much to like about this poem, but it needs a little smothing out. etc.. take away the and's or's and as from the last three lines of the first verse and try it. Regards Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

PS, A HEARTFELT WELCOME TO NEOPOET.

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

This is much better just sort out the and's and the few things Roscoe said, and it will be top line, Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

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