I can fall through the portal of love as much as I'd like... It still will never be a floor with loving arms.
In a plane I can fly
and soar through the sky
but never a dove
bearing tidings of love.
Though struggle as I might
Why can't I take flight?
Where are the wings on my back?
That say who I am, and keep me on track.
- Authors: S.C Williams (Pseudonym), Michael Edwards, Azura Nightsong
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- Finished: August 19th, 2017 13:30
- Limit: 6 stanzas
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