Each night
feathered wings gift
wild flight—
a slip
from chains, set free
to trip
and roam,
’til dawn’s siren
call home.
Ryan Stone

too much coffee, too little sleep, a love of words…
Each night
feathered wings gift
wild flight—
a slip
from chains, set free
to trip
and roam,
’til dawn’s siren
call home.
Ryan Stone

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Thanks, mate 🙂
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Lovely !!
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Thanks, Yassy
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beautiful
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