All we can do is keep flying, I suppose - despite the strong winds and the feathers that are lost upon the way - until we find our 'heavenly nest'.
I love this, Lucero.

All the best,

Ben

A lovely write, r reminds me of Andreas Robyn.

The switcheroo poems were always my favorite until now...this is my favorite... beautiful!

A lovely piece of writing
Well done
Michael :)