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Oct 2019
as a gosling
in the pond
trying to take
off. But never
accomplishing
the feat. So back to
waddling
my feet.
Wanting to
be air-bound.
Have the wind
beneath my wings,
the breath of
the sun shone
on my face.
High above
everyone.
Never staying
in one place.
Soaring
exploring
vast lands.
A delta bird
Flapping
but only
Splashing
water
in my face.
sandra wyllie
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