Flying, a poem by Dessy Tsvetkova at Spillwords.com

Flying

Flying

written by: Dessy Tsvetkova

 

I’m learning to fly
every day.
The sand
in the clock tower
is quietly bubbling.
I open palms full of hope.

Life begins with every new dream.

Waterfowl…

I’m getting younger.

It’s from the imagination.

A grown-up ugly duckling,
wild swan of the tenth realm…

Homeless seagull,
only next to the water
found peace.

I’m learning to fly every day.

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