Lets go then, you and

I, to where the water

meets the sky

and fly and fly

until our wings

give out from

bring so high.

High enough to

smell crisp air

feel light rain and

taste sweet freedom

  • Author: maebillman97 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 3rd, 2017 11:21
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  • rrodriguez

    Nicely done!

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