Feb 2018
With eyes that sprout wings
I sail cross
stormy
sea of sky,
looking
to perch on a view.
The
Clouds
are
a
hazy grey.
I sail cross
stormy
sea of sky,
looking
to perch on a view.
The
Clouds
are
a
hazy grey.
inspired by branded glaciers GE Thanks
(66/F/New York)
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