Sep 2015
I chased fleeting glimpses of dreams
Picking my way through plumage
With man-made wings of wax and feathers
I cast myself from a cliff
I flew for a moment
But was left with broken bones.
Picking my way through plumage
With man-made wings of wax and feathers
I cast myself from a cliff
I flew for a moment
But was left with broken bones.
