There’s something,
that feeling
that all is not right;
an aura of protection,
a call to take flight.

There’s something
that’s awesome
it’s painting the air,
with a higher elevation 
a lightness with care.

There’s something
that’s calling,
it keeps us wondering.

The voices that
speak to us,
why are they hovering?

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(Posted yesterday on my other site, but the thoughts still linger, so I repeat it here.)


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