The Night Sky

The soft, soothing caress of the night sky
A caress I yearn to feel as I glide seemingly through the air
No, not yet..I can’t spread my wings and fly
Not now..not in this life will I get to feel the night sky’s caress
Whistling softly..
As the night sings her song
Her song, of sorrow, of grief, of joy…of…freedom
Listen carefully or you may not hear it.





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