
My morning was welcomed by the sun surging through the clouds
The clouds put up a fight but the sun won’t back down
Unconquerable;
As to is the soul
As the sun welcomed me onto its playground,
The thoughts that begin in my head are about my future
Coalescing my energy and the suns will
I’ll nurture the willow trees on my ancestral hill
A Spring sun is springing the seeds of love
My super power is empowering me do what the doves do
Fly aimlessly although indomitable purpose is what carries leaping wings
Learning to fly is no easy feat
Especially for a human diseased with an illness called thinking...


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