Breaking wings

Michael Jackson’s 

sweet voice ,

 a baby bird

singing “rocking robin”

while once again 

 associations to birds 

take  me away

flying upon

the delicate wings, 

a cold winter night,

sitting in the light

trying not to break,

careful not to break,

knowing 

i most  probably 

will .

 

 

About seagullsea

a seagull flying over the great ocean of life observing.
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