You flew
without sound
with the wisp of the cloud
in the crisp morning air
against the blue skies
forgetting all the whys
of yesterday.
You flew
without sound
with the wisp of the cloud
in the crisp morning air
against the blue skies
forgetting all the whys
of yesterday.
I am a dreamer and a writer who loves to ponder on the words of the soul.
August 24, 2017 at 12:19 pm
Another Awesome scene of Excellence and Phenomenal Beauty.. 😎😎😎🥀🥀🥀
August 24, 2017 at 7:36 pm
Thank you so much for your kind words!
August 24, 2017 at 5:53 pm
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