I want to be uprooted.
Let the storms rip me from my tethers
and carry me away.
True,
it might feel like chaos.
But it might also
feel like flying.
I want to be uprooted.
Let the storms rip me from my tethers
and carry me away.
True,
it might feel like chaos.
But it might also
feel like flying.
Pointing Telescopes | S. Noel Brady 
That’s pretty beautiful, sweetie.
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I don’t like to be called sweetie. But thanks for the comment about the poem.
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Wow. 😍😍😍😍
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Thanks! 🙂
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What a lovely sentiment – thanks for sharing it 🙂
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Flying always feels a bit chaotic… but don’t let that stop you. Great poem, Noel! 🙂
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Thanks Joan!
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