Art with Wrinkles
Sharing my art and poetry
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Alone in the Forest
I fly my way every day
Sometimes I get lost
And unable to find my way
The best place I like to fly
I'm less likely to fret
Is the clear blue sky
Here I've almost starved
And lost my temper
the first since I was carved
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