Coming to this world
I got some pretty wings
But never understood
Which way I use such things
Yes, sometime it felt happy
I could reach this way the Skye
I kept these pretty moments
As precious in my life
But sometimes there was lightning
And thunderclouds outside
They made my pretty wings
So wheat that I must hide
There was told a story
Of live that comes, goes bye
You need someday some spare wings
To help you climb up high
Aqua1955
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John Cappello 05 Jul 2014
What a pleasure to see this eye-catching beautiful scenesTak-Sek Chan 26 Sep 2011
You are a genius, Ben. I salute you again. Only a genius with a profound affinity, love and understanding of the classical art style can create meticulously such a masterpiece. Good luck to you for all your future endeavours!Steve Farr 16 Jun 2010
This is great, Ben!! I've always wanted to do a Pegasus, but never have! Looks wonderful!!~SOlga van Dijk 16 Jun 2010
in een woord: PRACHTIG!Alberto D'Assumpcao 16 Jun 2010
Wonderful composition and poem, Ben!!!