My heart rises alongside a vast turning of blades, as the wind mulls over my dreams. My hope: to match these great white arcs, churning like the slow motion rise of egrets, and hitch a ride to a better place.
My heart rises alongside a vast turning of blades, as the wind mulls over my dreams. My hope: to match these great white arcs, churning like the slow motion rise of egrets, and hitch a ride to a better place.