The call of the wind.

The call of the wind.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

On the gentlest breeze
I discarded my wings,
flying no more
the call of the wind
strengthened its resolve
but I resisted
I found home.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Landed where they needed to be. Enjoyed this.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you kindly Diane.
If one has confidence he/she no longer needs a reminder of safety.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you relic.
It feels deep but not at the same time. I like it.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you madilyn for reading.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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