Without Wings

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I long to fly without wings,
to soar and glide the currents,
do loop-d-loos beneath rainbows,
slumber on puffs of clouds, pluck
the harps of angels fair, and to rise
above time into the loving
arms of Source.

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3 Responses to Without Wings

  1. Bob Lee says:

    Yes – nice to have you back – Hope your arm is feeling better. Bob

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  2. Catherine says:

    Haven’t posted for a while due to a broken arm but feeling much better and the synchronicity of the title and the song I was singing when I saw it is tremendous (B52’s Roam..without wings, without wheels…) keep on keeping on, Pat x

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