Flying

Poem By Ivy Schex

High over the earth,
Wind rushing through
My wings,
I sometimes wonder
What it would be like
To walk the earth
Instead of flying over

Comments about Flying

This keeps the reader on higher ground.Brilliant to see things from this perspective.love Duncan


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