A dozen occasions in soft summer twilight. An open field in long green grass. Beginning to run down taking longer and longer strides. Until you could feel your feet brushing the tips of the grass with a great rush of joy. Then remembered, you were born with the gift of flight, and to hold onto that dream, let the world dissolve beneath you. Fall in Love with the thought that every night you'd be equipped with wings and soar, with no worries.
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A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
PoetryThrough poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
