Mountains

River 1

Let’s go back to the mountains,

even if it’s for a short time,

I need to have my mind and soul restored,

we can hold hands,

and have the sun warm our faces,

maybe we could sprout some wings,

and go far, far beyond,

the problems of this world.

But hold on to me,

once I’m soaring again,

I may not want to come back down,

you and I

wing to wing,

flying.

 Osprey Portrait

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

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