lady grace - The eagle

soaring high
with wings stretched many times
and alert eyes open wide
until it landed.....landed in the surface...

the moon
the lovely moon
with deep craters on its face
and stone-like sands
with no air to breath...

the world waited
as the struggle clasp the universe
curious, wandering, aware
like a slipper waken in the night
by a far away sound
a moment sent more than understood
one small step for man
and a gigantic record for mankind...

the voice of an eagle
sounds like trumpet in heaven
flashing like stars in the sky
conveying convincing
of a simple eagle that can soar
to the eventful phenomenon
where no one can reach
by its normal distinction...

the world is waiting
for the eagle’s return
to shout for its success
to prove that there’s no such place like moon...

lady grace

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