The Quest to Action

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Feeling like a flying whisper,
the wings engulfed with somber remorse...
of a time undone by a tettered mind.

Escape to a sea of blue-green hope,
where warm currents lift the last chance
from obscure wishes.

It's fulfilled,
desires for the future float
inside to the whisper's shout
of internal emotion...driven
by the mental fire.

It rains-
the melody awakens the flood
inside, pouring...
upward,
escape!
the surface is clear...
it's done.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at The "nonplayer"
by: Krissy Berent
from: Grande Prairie, AB, CA

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