Passing over vast landscapes,
peering into the past,
trying to find what you lost,
hurtling onward toward great heights,
safe from the negativity below,
a magnificent white glow,
they watch you go,
turning into winter and spring,
make the world feel like a king,
trying to land safely,
shedding tears of joy,
not much left to do,
except to cry.
psychedelicwizard 
Just beautiful. Photo and words.
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Thanks Susie.
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Your welcome
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Nice blog
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Thanks 🙂
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