When I was a boy, my bow was only made of plastic, but I could fire those arrows way up, so far, so far
into the blue that you could not see them anymore, lost
in the clouds until they descended suddenly
deep into the Earth as if an offering
received. Nobody knew
but I was a Crow warrior back then
simply opening up
the sky.
More beginnings.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies
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Dreams, sweet dreams!❤️
Yes for sure! Thank you Postcard! Peace and wonderful blessings to you.
Gorgeous 🌸
Thank you so much! Peace and great blessings to ya.
Same to you!
There were simply no limits. The world was hours. Let’s never forget that unstoppable part inside of us.
Yes!! Thank you Erika for your encouraging comments! Peace my friend and wonderful blessings.
Thank you and peace to you and yours, too, Nico!
Oh….just wow! Your words open up a sky full of miracles.
Thank you so much Nehal! Your comments are a blessing. Peace and be wonderfully blessed.
🌷💖
You launched explorer arrows in that white fluffy clouds and you are reminding of this h you express by the elegant poem..
In friendship
Michel
Thank you Michel for your encouragement! Peace and great blessings to you and your family.
Beautiful inspiration! 😊
Thank you Christy! Peace and wonderful blessings to you and your family.
Childhood dreams are strong enough to open the sky and shake the earth 🙂
Yes, for sure! Thank you Inese for your wonderful comments. Peace and great blessings to you.
Great read dear.<3<3<3
Thank you Laleh! Peace my friend and wonderful blessings.
My pleasure, same to you.<3
I love this one, Nico!
Thank you Betty! I had fun with this one. Peace my friend and have a great week.