I’m launching a runway to fly
To open up my eyes
Without any yearly resolutions
They asked me why
The sun is lovely bright
People warm and not shy
Whispering wind calling once
Whispering wind calling twice
I said I got to go
I got a flight
I’m looking for a Park where I can write
Write-up about the sky…
Great photos, Mr. Sydney.
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Jueseppi B.
