Bound To The Ground

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Spreading my wings wide I want to fly high
Like a bird… breaking free from its flock
The skies roar, singing a song of welcome
Ready to envelope me with arms so open
I jump up and into its awaiting embrace
But back on the land I fall as it tightens the grip
My roots pull me down, stopping my flight
I gaze at the expanse of free blue above
Salty water trickles down my human skin
As my dreams crash into the ground I am bound to…

14 Comments Add yours

  1. so well said and marvellous poem. Depth of the poem is so strong enough to hold. Well expressed.

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    1. Yamini says:

      Thank you so much 🙂

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  2. asthaisha says:

    👌👌💙💙💙

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  3. utahan15 says:

    dusk
    dense
    the gravity
    of free to fly
    without asking why

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    1. Yamini says:

      Oh I love the flow of it… so easy!

      Like

    1. Yamini says:

      Thank you 🙂

      Like

      1. Welcome! Thank you so much for following my blog ❤️

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  4. The title chosen so apt!!😊

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    1. Yamini says:

      Thank you 🙂

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