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When Will You Fly?


When will I fly too close to the sun?

When will my dreams distill down to one?

When is the morning?

When is the night?

When is the middle of this tedious life?

When can we take that horrifying leap?

When can we shake our foul fears buried deep?

When might our songs ever reach their sad end?

When might our stubbornness learn how to bend?

When shall the rise be greater than the fall?

When shall we find one who consoles us all?

When do we all get to finally see?

When do we become what we’re all meant to be?

When will we get there?

When will we fly?

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When ever will we learn, “You won’t know ’til you try”?


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I hope these thoughts are helpful. Thank you so much for reading. I Agape-Love you all.

Until next time, God bless.

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