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The wind buffets against me and I feel free
drying the sweat from the blazing sun.
Across the desert I run, the rumble of the road
radiates up through my soul and lifts me,
somewhere above myself.
Looking down at the lone rider, the sole survivor
at least it feels that way to me.
I roll the power on, faster and faster I run
barren landscapes all around.
But you can't outrun the desert son,
It seems god speaks to me so I smile
and slow down.
Ariannah Sep 29
I wish I were a bird.
Smart and independent,
Free and liberal.
No rules to respect,
No one to neglect.

I would fly as far as my eyes can see;
I would live for as long as I wish to be,
Known to place foot on this earth
For the freedom I wish to unlock.

But I'm stuck in a cage,
With wings I can't yet claim;
Watching my friends fly through the storm,
Not realizing things will take a turn.
Idk I just want to be free ig
(A)Bleeding Heart
Lost in Love

(An)Inner Sea
(And) Stormy

All Alone
Flying Home

In Full Flight
Through the Night ( or Towards the Light)

Gentle Breeze
(of) Peace.

© Debra Lea Ryan
10.09.2024
3am - 6am
Australia
☀♥ƸӜƷ✿♬
In Song > https://www.youtube.com/shorts/xW_rBGSXOYU -
(AM/E - Capo 3rd Fret of Baritone Ukulele - Chicago Tuning/DGBE) < Image taken by my Eldest Sonshine for me.  I asked for a image of the Sky in a particular moment and He didn't realize there was a lone Bird Flying.  Special Moment and as I love to say confirmation of Song.
Jeremy Betts May 6
My first mistake;
Going to Icarus to learn how to fly
In essence shrinking the distance to a wrap of pine
Resting eternal, days fly by
But never again will a day go by
Where I'll see another dark cloud looming in my sky
Where I'm headed there is no sky

©2024
Malia Aug 2023
clear your heart
and follow your mind
turn impossibilities
into things you can feel inside
clear your heart
and meet my eyes
even when your wings get heavy
you will find a way to fly
originally a song
neth jones Aug 2023
flying ants are 'the business' today
differing species
clumsy as ducks in landing
unclear of their randy goals
they bat about scorching streets
summer 23
no.8

15/08/23
Lacey Clark Jul 2023
I fit into a shell
whose size
lays in the palm
of your hand

I curl my body so it’s
matching the hollowed spiral
and is pressing gently against
the cool, smooth barriers

The noises are muffled
and the air inside here
is how I imagine it feels
to fly through the clouds.
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