Called to be a soldier-king
Called to romanticize everything
From childhood on to elder spring
From alluvial dreams to supernova after-glowing
Called to not know where I stand
Called to see beyond the borderland
From a racing pulse when I fly unmanned
From a gratuitous smile when I crash land
Yet here I see all that I am
Compared to all that life could bring
It turns out I am but a dram
‘Tis only my heart on the wing
A continuation of Ever On the Wing.
Proclivity
Beautiful poem!
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Thank you so much 🙂
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So nice! Loved the last line! 😉
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Thank you, friend! 🙂
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Welcomed friend! Take care 😊
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