taking flight - a collection of poems

from the sky, i see it
a desolate, dying place
the lakes lacking fish
and the dry, grey ground

but in the center, i see it
a wave of hope through the lack
a single stretch, ever-flowing
a river of flowers on the land


on the wing, a penny sat
a tiny copper coin

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