Supported by the air, With no ground beneath me, Flying like it’s my birthright. I wonder how badly it’ll hurt, When the breeze stills, And the ground I’ve learned to ignore, Catches my fragile form.
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Supported by the air, With no ground beneath me, Flying like it’s my birthright. I wonder how badly it’ll hurt, When the breeze stills, And the ground I’ve learned to ignore, Catches my fragile form.
All rights reserved © 2024 Josephine Joyil