Your Blue Skies

December 9, 2011
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You are a dove.
Your sophistication,
Your elegance is
Unworldly. You don’t
Belong here among
The ignorant pigeons.
Your heart is wild
And free, deserving
To soar above the rest.
But you’re wounded,
Resting in a place
That is beneath you.
It’ll take time,
Hard work, and determination.
But you will heal
That stubborn wing
And soar the skies.
Your blue skies.





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