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Poetry News Post #6492

Fly Away

Written by: Primeborn Atero
Date: Friday, January 24th, 2025
Addressed to: Everyone


Will you fly away from me,
When you obtain your wings
Can you tell me now that you'll stay here,
no matter what the future brings

The amber of your eyes,
akin to the mountains I would move
Just to have the red within them
Burn for me and you

And of those lashes dark as night
Amidst a gaze I can't ignore
Above an oh so delicate nose
Atop those lips that I adore

Will you look to me when all seems lost?
Turn up your nose to what is right?
Just to say you'll stay with me
Alone for one more night

Whispering words across your skin
To take a different tone
Running fingers through your hair
A not so quiet moan

Hands cascading down your back
Cementing what we share
Lips so close you feel them touch
A brush of here and there

Will you fly away with me
Off to a distant shore
Or will you fly away from me
And leave me wanting more

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Chronos, in the year 966 AF.


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Poetry News Post #6492

Fly Away

Written by: Primeborn Atero
Date: Friday, January 24th, 2025
Addressed to: Everyone


Will you fly away from me,
When you obtain your wings
Can you tell me now that you'll stay here,
no matter what the future brings

The amber of your eyes,
akin to the mountains I would move
Just to have the red within them
Burn for me and you

And of those lashes dark as night
Amidst a gaze I can't ignore
Above an oh so delicate nose
Atop those lips that I adore

Will you look to me when all seems lost?
Turn up your nose to what is right?
Just to say you'll stay with me
Alone for one more night

Whispering words across your skin
To take a different tone
Running fingers through your hair
A not so quiet moan

Hands cascading down your back
Cementing what we share
Lips so close you feel them touch
A brush of here and there

Will you fly away with me
Off to a distant shore
Or will you fly away from me
And leave me wanting more

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Chronos, in the year 966 AF.


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