Saturday, August 27, 2022

Poem I wrote

 UP, UP, AND AWAY


How I wish I could float above the carnage


On lofty clouds of thought


Above concerns of mortals


Unfortunately, I'm not


Able to rise so high and free


To look down from above


The closest I ever get to this


Is to rise on wings of love

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