three years ago,
the birds cut off my strings
allowing me to stay.
three years later
with the time to repair
to explore and adventure the place they let me call home,
the wind blows again
going with the flow,
I open my thin sheets of paper
allowing the wind to take me
high,
high up.
My journey has began.
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2 comments:
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
but back to us ofcourse^^
poke
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