Get me a feather,
to create wings of flight
to glide along this barren ground
to escape the burning sun
Get me a feather to soar into the coming night
to meet fate and only ask
if I ever had a past
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Sojourner
PoetryWe won't journey on forever. Someday, our dreams will cease to exist. But I believe that fantasy turns to reality- when we learn to submit- at our breaking point. We need to wake up. We can't live in fantasy
