Lost In the Motion of Things
You can't stand still for long
when you're lost in the motion of things.
This is the time of year with blue skies,
where wild birds sing.
You're holding on to a dream,
of what the world may bring.
Life has a lot of loose ends,
don't let them tangle your wings!
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2021
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