It's wings spread out above me,
as I looked up at it,
wishing I could fly,
wishing the air could carry me,
to show me,
to take me with the wind,
to revive my soul with the thrill of flight,
but as I thought,
I realized I already had wings to fly with,
The wings of my imagination.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
FLY
Posted by Ana Cobana at 8:00 AM
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