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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