They don’t like it when you rise
too close.
“slow down, you’re bossy.
no one will like you.”
But voices fade to insignificant whispers.
Soar on
Find your sunburst horizon.
Poetry. Photography. Thoughts On The Way Of Things.
Poetry. Photography. Thoughts On The Way Of Things.
They don’t like it when you rise
too close.
“slow down, you’re bossy.
no one will like you.”
But voices fade to insignificant whispers.
Soar on
Find your sunburst horizon.