Riding Thermals Poem by T.L. Toadvine

Riding Thermals

'Keep writing' she said
So write i must,
So that she may dream
Of art soaring on wings,
And tiny smiles
That mean everything,
Of moments passing
On the gentle breeze,
In a world that's dying
In foretold prophecy
She is all
That she was meant to be
She could heal the world
I know
She's already healed me

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