hope

is the thing with feathers

Saturday, July 7, 2012

a gift

"I walked to each end of my sorrow.
It seemed to take a lifetime.
You taught me aviation under your wing
when I was falling."
-pm
Posted by Grace H. McClain at 10:58 PM No comments:
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