Not far from wings October 20, 2016 Hakeem When I look out of my window And see the fields On which I may never play I take my pen And write myself A swing on this paper And rock with the wind Till I begin to fly Share this:TwitterFacebookTumblrEmailLike Loading... Related
This poem makes me happy. I was thinking about the relationship between reality, wishes and fiction today. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
This poem makes me happy. I was thinking about the relationship between reality, wishes and fiction today. 🙂
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Thank you, it makes me happy too but it was the hardest to write in this series.
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