To be young and fresh feathered
At the edge of trying's nested weaving
To be perched on a rim
A thought away from freedom's wings
Never to unclench those twigs of thought
What if I couldn't learn?
What if I found the ground
So much quicker than I found the sky?
Monday, October 29, 2012
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