I can tell the good path
My instinct works fine here
Breaking through black droplets
I dive down to the tar
“Lights will guide you home”
I sing in my head again
And here they are, right below
But there is no home in sight
A few forms to fill in
And I’ll leave my wings to sleep
Just another trip to somewhere
Childhood dream – I sketch a grin.
really lovely.
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It’s a thrilling suspension in space and sounds sweet when I read it aloud. If only one could feel this at peace always. x
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Thank you my sweet SB. The thought of you reading it aloud makes me feel so proud, I’m smiling now. Much love, HC
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