I Wish I Had Wings

A haiku about wishful thinking

By Peeping_SoulPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Leslie Low on Unsplash

Commuting to work,

a blue bird soars over me.

I wish I had wings.

nature poetry

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Peeping_Soul

I am an executive who likes spending time reading and writing about almost everything under the sun.I love writing within the cusp of relationships, history, and creativity where boundaries are blurred, and possibilities are immense.

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