Treasure Island

Metaphorically Speaking


On It's Way


'On It's Way'

Soaring
my spirit
warming

up

glide

Ride the thermals
in spiral motion
counterclockwise
higher

rise
above

Free of gravity
weightless

Feather floating
tumbling
rocking gently
to and fro

Dandelion fluff
in a deep breath

in a puff
breakaway

drifting off somewhere

sky diver

traveler

With no preconceived notions

in mid-air
make a wish

send it on its way

happy landings

Submitted: Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 18, 2014

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  • Unwritten Soul (4/18/2013 10:26:00 PM)

    Treasure your courage, find your dream and land your reality, you will grow as much as you want it be...a believe to restore_Soul (Report) Reply

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