Power rests in the nest

Of those born to fly

They seek comfort

dragging their toes

Over life’s bumpy roads,

Into adventuresome worlds

hailed as unknown

They shed the comfort of common

Of usual,

Of cold dark rooms,

For the light of promises

Yet known…


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