Pure flight

Posted byEchoes of the soulPosted inHaiku, Poem, spiritual, ThoughtsTags:, , , , , ,

Land changes it’s form

cloulds curdle the Milky sky

Wings fly pristine

Published by Echoes of the soul

I am a dreamer I weave tales in my mind I am connected to you through these words through this screen across the virtual world I and my tales within

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