Pink tipped clouds
shaped like wings
streaking through
the darkening sky.
The soul
breathes in,
then out.
A sigh…
Longing for
the chance
to fly.
shaped like wings
streaking through
the darkening sky.
The soul
breathes in,
then out.
A sigh…
Longing for
the chance
to fly.
Angela Minard 2007
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