Photo by Rakicevic Nenad on Pexels.com I’m trying my wings Soaring over the seas of possibility Away from what used to be I’m resting occasionally On the oil rigs of chance Waiting to see which way the wind will blow I’m deserting In a moribund lake All those who will not fly I feel -ContinueContinue reading “Wings”
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