Alone I watch the desert skies
Wondering where you are and how you arrived…
I continue to wait for you to fly and rest from your journey
Like you used to when you were tired of flying against the wind
This time you’re really flying high
You have probably forgotten
where you are and where you’re going
I’m sure by now that you cannot find
Your way home
Yet I wait
Why…
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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]




Wow what a beautiful place!
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Thank you. It’s definitely warm in the winter😊
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