Apr 2015
let me be,*
a bird,
that slips the clutch
of this grasping world
and flies into the sky,
held aloft by hollow bones.
air that whispers,
grace into my wings
and the innate courage
that tells me:
*I was born to fly
a bird,
that slips the clutch
of this grasping world
and flies into the sky,
held aloft by hollow bones.
air that whispers,
grace into my wings
and the innate courage
that tells me:
*I was born to fly
