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FLYING HOME

you are flying

head bursting with height

somewhere under the sun

      in flames of light.

 

The desert sands

belong to another time for now.

 

Once more somewhere up ahead

another way of life, blind

is bursting with its own mind

and clouds will guide you in

with the sea behind.

◄ BANJO MAN

A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM ►

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raypool

Tue 23rd Feb 2016 16:27

Thanks Wolfie - more on that story later! For your eyes only.

Thanks Colin. I can understand your rapport here, having read so much of yours. A sort of limbo , an expectancy and a trust in whatever will be.

Cheers both.

<Deleted User> (13762)

Tue 23rd Feb 2016 07:58

you could have written this one for me Ray - but maybe I'm twisting your words to suit - thanks

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