“To be Born only in Flight”….a poem by Linda Willows

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To be Born only in Flight

When the hours stilled- with yet more to soar,
This heart, it would break, fall into a roar.
Not one demure, nor sweetly cured…
But such with the power of time endured.

Times lapsed around, and all passed by.
Memories were stilled, but the dreams

they will fly.
Not the small ones, gone from sight…
But those that ached to be born only in flight.

© 2017 Linda Willows

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