Migration
the trade winds whispered
hope ascended from her lips
he rose to be kept
like bonded birds of his dreams
migrating the sea for life
Migration
Hephaestus’ Waste & Cosmic Rubble
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the trade winds whispered
hope ascended from her lips
he rose to be kept
like bonded birds of his dreams
migrating the sea for life
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Hephaestus’ Waste & Cosmic Rubble 
Such amazing lift in this. Wherever you’re going, you’re going together.
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I like what you did there. Thank you for the comment. 🙂
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Love this: “he rose to be kept”
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Thank you daisy for all the wonderful comments. 🙂
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