Onward the rush of angels wings
to me the flush doth bring such joy
I'm free to taste the boundless heights
and fly where others dare not tread
I want for nothing but laugh and dance
for I'm the endless faceless clown
no paint, no need, not near the ground
where others tread I do not bound
to cliffs and clefts I onward go
I seek the never ending change
and flow of currents seldom seen
I sail upon this gently now
and take a dip I make my bow.
- Trish 2012
What a beautiful picture you paint with your wonderful words.
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