If only I had wings
to lift me up
above the fray,
to a place where I could soar in quiet contemplation
gathering thoughts
like wildflowers in a field of dreams,
arranging them in colorful bouquets set against a cloudless sea of blue;
then float gently back to earth with only the most fragrant
tucked beneath my wing,
a savory reminder of what could be
if only I had wings.
1 comment:
If only I could express myself as you, I might be able to sell something today.
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