WingsA Poem by Simblesflowing with the birds on winds through the trees life, moving upon existence so free, its quite the tease
with nothing much to interrupt for instance..there isn't much friction....such limited resistance Confident that ill catch it when it bursts through the boundaries, see insistence has its limits and the limitations have found me. Wow see thoughts do inhibit,
take your capacity to hurt then flip it, just switch, sit it nicely, now flipped, how it sits seems so enticing though its a tight squeeze, seems quite hot to the touch, so take your time, just sippit and allow me to see and exhibit my restraint, withit my progressions are now lessons learning patience these lessons giving me wings to flow over my life(s) canvas like an artist with a brush to paint. Its frightening how far from perfect you'll find me..
unless I had a dragons wings, how exciting,
sometimes then you might find me lurking.. just below the clouds, making chains linking figure eights up and down like chained lightning, such a splendid joy this new found love for singing. sing songs with whats around me with what I can hear and see as i dart up and down swinging, bringing a happy heart is a great place to start a new beginning, a happy face keeps the mind in line and truly winning. I soundly followed proudly with a roar roared outloudly!! So pleased with how it sounded, it boomed so loud as it rang all around then hit the ground, so amused as leaves did float up onto the breeze quite astounding, they started flying up forming perfect circles all around me I believe solace has found me, I am where it rests for now I thought as I did loom up above so high, once again I am pleased
and such gratitude it brings, when this place sees fit to allow me in this space a deserved right reserved only for the might and make of kings. left now with no doubt in me as i am bound only to the winds, I fly through the clouds free... as i paint the sky with my wings. © 2018 SimblesAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorSimblesPerth. , Streya, AustraliaAboutIts not a deplorable thing. People can have ideas... They might not make sense to anybody else or even to themselves at times, sometimes in itself is a paradox inside a paradox inside a pair of socks .. more..Writing
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