Lifting roots carefully grown through my years

I yearn for wings to take me away

I dream to find a way

No much to leave behind not anymore

but so much to find ahead

adventures, laughs and dreams without tears

for all to be different not like before

to soar before I’m dead.


 HO. August 8, 2014


9 thoughts on “Flight

  1. etenwa says:

    Great poem, Hector 🙂

  2. hocuspocus13 says:

    Reblogged this on hocuspocus13 and commented:
    jinxx xoxo

  3. n1daba says:

    Life, death, and the less-highlighted in-between fuel your thoughts and creativity It’s a pleasure reading you, Hector.

  4. One has to hope. After all there is always another corner to turn.
    Well written.

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