Categories Poetry Wings Post author By brookecutler2 Post date April 12, 2019 No Comments on Wings My wings are quivering. Ready to fly into the waiting arms of Neverland. Share this:TwitterFacebookMoreEmailRedditTumblrPinterestLike this:Like Loading... Tags Happiness, Humanity, Inner child, Joy, Life, Nature, Poetry, Soul, Spirit, Spiritual Awakening, Writing By brookecutler2 Liver of life, lover of everything. đź’• View Archive → ← Imperfectly Me → The Ocean of Me Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ
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