Land changes it’s form
cloulds curdle the Milky sky
Wings fly pristine
Pure flight
Posted byEchoes of the soulPosted inHaiku, Poem, spiritual, ThoughtsTags:air, flight, Haiku, philosophy, photography, spirituality, travel
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