Originally Written On: March 7th, 2016
Being brave,
A bit grave.
Towards the open skies,
She spreads her wings and flies.
Hopping she makes her way,
Not afraid of her staggering sway.
The wound on her shoulder serving as a reminder,
That everyone is in chaos of searching their finder.
All you gotta do is make your flight worthwhile,
Not necessarily as long as Nile.
Just bubbly and bright,
No need to be so uptight.
Live your life the way you want,
People are naive, care not, for all they do is taunt.
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Empyrean: Where Worlds Fly High
Poetryempyrean/ˌɛmpʌɪˈriːən,ˌɛmpɪˈriːən,ɛmˈpɪrɪən/ noun the highest part of heaven, thought by the ancients to be the realm of pure fire. | Collection Of Poems| Let me write you a beautiful picture; Take you high, Take you low. Show you what word...
