The houses below were like a model railroad.
I could see the clouds from a new angle.
My breath was taken away by the sights.
This was an opportunity to live in freedom.
I returned to the familiar again.
The mundane tasks of the day fill my time.
Every hour I get another responsibility.
I fulfill my duties even when I struggle.
I might climb the sky again.
My gratitude will grow even stronger then.
W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love
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