Writing poetry has helped me learn to express my emotions, rather than bottle them up. Every post on this blog is my own original work.
Thank you for reading,
S.B. Robertson
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Freedom
Wind beneath my wings,
The ground below races by.
My heart starts to sing,
As I start to fly.
The clouds are my pillow,
Mountains are my walls.
My seat is the willow,
The wind to me calls.
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