FlyA Poem by Rainee WhitingFly Watch as I rise up, from rubble on the ground. Listen as my soul, still hums a shallow sound. Hear my soft whimper, as I again reach for the sky. Watch with taken breath, as I lift off with broken wings... and fly. Rainee
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Added on September 19, 2016 Last Updated on September 19, 2016 AuthorRainee WhitingLas Vegas, NVAboutBrilliant foliage extends from the branches of my family tree, an over grown topiary containing a hundred known and gifted writers. The sap that fills the limb in which my name is carved contains the .. more..Writing
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