Jan 20
It was but for a moment that the world was truly mine,
silence swallowing the alley of Shriver as a crow circled the gray skin in the sky.
I wanted to borrow its wings; I wanted to Fly.
It was but a moment I felt needed documenting, I don’t know why.
Copyright © JJ Wiparina | Year Posted 2024
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