"Freedom like a bird soaring,
fluttering its wings through the
clear blue sky.
Is that what you were wanting?
To look at things hundreds of feet down,
just passing by.
To disappear even for a while,
no restriction leading you astray.
Is this why you have that
content smile?
Joy from the mere thought...
of just flying away."
-M.B.
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Through the Lines
PoesiaA collection of poems derived from my encounters with the world
