My comfort comes in the flights yet untaken.
Birds are birds, but the wonder in their journey is that they were given wings for a reason-
do not think it was to just soar.
Not all who rise are in the decent to greatness.
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Where is the Sun?
Poetry☼ I wished upon a star but realized it was night. The sun that I had wished upon, had left me forever blind☼ ► sporadic updates ► poetry book ► thank you for reading ©world_joy_ Cover by @daisybrowser
