roslyn ross - small stones and other poems
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Take wing upon the streams of life,
fly gently through the skies
and find a way to soar and rise
no matter what you find.
To ride the currents low and high,
to sweep and turn and glide,
surrendering through days and night,
will bring you home again.
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