Follow me, roamer,
and together we’ll touch
fortune’s fickle fingers and
the lips of the sky —
follow me, dreamer,
and no height is too much,
for no fears shall linger when
tomorrow we fly.
© 2015 Stellular Scribe
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I love this poem. Very very good.
It fills me with hope of achieving the impossible.
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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