That Poetic Sky
Above the cloud blessed mountains, I fly.
Seeing God's world below and the ocean's waves
cresting so very high.
Hearing the angelic soothing sound of the wind,
Perchance His raindrops may fall gently on my skin,
In Joy and Gratefulness I fly!
I have given up asking..,why,why why!
Just one totally, satisfied bird am I.
Enjoying each minute, quilling in the poetic sky!
January 30, 2020
3pm PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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