Poem -
maybe one day.
Maybe one day.
I often loose my way ,
Like a child unwilling too walk ,
I stray behind ,
I often cannot see ,
For life and all it's beauty ,
Cast me blind ,
I often ache,
with an ache so deep,
For life has so many secrets to keep,
i wish i could fly,
Oh how high within the sky,
maybe one day,
when i die.
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Comments
Nice - your work inspired me to write: Gift of Flight ..
Thank you Ricardo for being inspired, i will read your gift of flight shortly much love nardine xx