A look in the mirror tells me
my wings look a bit
dishevelled, worn by wear
but I can’t help myself,
I so love to fly.
I throw myself into the wind
with arms widespread,
flying in the wild, crazy patterns
I never dare to follow
when I’m on the ground.
I will not avert my face
but allow the airstream’s
full frontal pressure to hit me
until I‘m barely able to breathe.
March 11, 2017 at 6:30 pm
That was very sweet, and so wistful 🙂
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March 11, 2017 at 7:57 pm
Thank you. 🙂
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March 12, 2017 at 3:16 am
❤️. : )
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March 12, 2017 at 12:52 pm
🙂
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