Survive or Die

Poem Sept 5,2014

I can't sleep with the willows
on a windy day
they are blown away

If I would decide to do so
I'd fly high above
like snowflakes in snow.
 
I could travel far away
in the skies high
light like a feather
in slow pace wherever

I would like to know thou
where would I land
would it in be in a child's hand
or in a beautiful flowered land

Would I die
or survive
rebirth or mourn..
By Author Lynda Ferrer
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