Monday, January 17, 2011

Time to Fly

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

I don't think my wings are broken.
Only clipped.
But that doesn't mean
it's not time to fly.
The moment has come.
It's time.

(I'm just trying to post something quick before work so forgive my crappy little poem and reread the Beatles's lyrics...)

1 comment:

  1. It's a sweet little poem paired with a sweet image. Nice texture work to give it that wintery tone. Have a great day at work!

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