Fly away, fly away, fly away child
stretching, winding, soaring
through blue skies. Live as you are meant
to live. Soar
across fields with your wings so light.
It will be a breeze . . .
It’s a Breeze
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I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school. View more posts
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This is such a lovely poem.
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Lovely poem Diana
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Thank you.
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