Catch a whisper on a wing,
traveling fast on a gust of spring.
Roll by an emerald leaf with dew,
turn around a rigid rock or two,
fall gently down a trail,
then slowly rise again without fail,
before the sun says its goodbyes
I am going to give it one last try.
Fluttering fast,
on a wind of change,
where it leads I may never know,
but this is somewhere I have to go.
Never expect you to understand,
these twisted internal thoughts that spin,
but if I never try, I may never win.
So I sail on a whim, and spin on a web
never know where I will land
and crash on my head,
it's better me, than you instead!
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About the Creator
Fancy J London
I/Me Complex and Fancy. Lover of expression metaphors and poetry. Fighter for a better world and a safer space for everyone and everything DV Survivor. ♥♥♥
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