What if I were a feather in a windowsill?
Would I drift away with the slightest breeze?
Would I grow a pair of wings and leave?
I'm a little bird perched at the windowsill, humming as the wind sings to me -- yearning for my freedom.
--- Ink and Wander
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Stoicism - 10th poetry collection
PoetryMy head is a loud galaxy full of pictorial words. This is my 10th poetry collection Poetry collections (written in this order) : 1) Poetry 2) Cathartic 3) Masquerade 4) Compass 5) Reverie 6) Stars Above Me 7) Melodies 8) Caterpillar 9) Musings And...
