I’ll meet the road again with
the things that I don’t give away
to a city once acquainted with
lamenting the lovely dismay.
I have not tied myself down
with a stake in the ground
Though my love is bound
to people on the ground
And I feel the ache and stretch
of those I cannot wrap my arms around.
But my heart is tied up to the sky
and my spirit whispers, “Fly.”
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Reblogged this on On This Side. and commented:
Reblogging because I love and miss you already. Hope that is okay.