Dec 2020
Life makes us bitter,
But with wings a flutter,
We soar.
Above the teardrops
Sitting like morning dew
In the naked eyes
Of our beholder;
We stay afloat,
And delightfully aglow.
But with wings a flutter,
We soar.
Above the teardrops
Sitting like morning dew
In the naked eyes
Of our beholder;
We stay afloat,
And delightfully aglow.
