THE JOURNEY OF MY LIFE.

For i am a traveller of the winds,

Home is everywhere i dont hover,

Dont judge me for having my wings,

For i am one of many covers,

My flaps dont matter if left or straight,

As long as i’ll never go back,

For i am embracing the winds as my own,

And as long as they stick like a plaque,

Blowing, howling ,whistling ,swishing,

I am at my best with being blown,

I might fall as a drifter of the dust,

Going under and out of view,

But my kind of elation in the wilderness,

While i hear the hot huffs que,

As they kick the dust to the surface,

For i am a traveller of the winds,

And with the winds i will always rise.

Freya*