Oh yes, I know
reluctant raven
you're so
flighty
Oh yes, I hear
shouting voices,
warn from
above
But don't you know
I ignore them
because I long to feel
your plush down
And don't you hear
so tenderly
my whispers meaning well
They're honest
Yes, I see you are young
not knowing how to fly
Surely I can do no better
but I'm willing to try
Just to try
Yes, I feel, feathered one
it's frightening to know,
whether we will plummet or soar
When right I'll let you go
Let you go
Here goes:
- Roy Arthur
- Santa Rosa, California, United States
- This is meant to serve primarily as a record of thought and prioritization. I write sometimes, and usually leave the words here. Of what I write, some I like, most I don't, but I feel these records may be of some use to others or my future self. Many of the photographs posted are courtesy of my wonderful friends. Thanks for taking the time to read. Also, feedback is encouraged - positive or not.
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