Wing of Flight

Wing of Flight

Wing of Flight

Oh beautiful, big orange ball of light
I hope we’ll all sleep well tonight
Despite the fact I must fly free
To gain my own philosophy

A setting sun with warm soft glow
And with it my sweet love bestow
No longer to the one I’ve known
For now my heart must be as stone

So solid and so rigid…stiff
Since I have felt an angry rift
I do not try to gain thy love
I’ll only fly on wing of dove

Relaxing, I know not the taking
Only riding free from the aching
High with setting sun of night
A carefree trip on wing of flight

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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