Lost in Thought

Mon, 03/23/2015 - 02:20 -- Jay_M

I look up, my heart has wings,

Gifted from a writer’s tale.

While of truth, my soul sings.


I come in and dine with kings

And sipping from a goblet frail.

I look up, my heart has wings.


I watch as wizards pull the strings

to set the enemy up to fail.

While of peace, my soul sings.


I hear the thunder as it brings

Rain to drench the flowers frail

I look up, my heart has wings


To a mountain cliff I cling

It’s great height to scale

I look up, my heart has wings

While of beauty, my soul sings

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