Lines - Patricia L.
Colors - Ivanna M.
My wings stretch further and further. I feel the warming embrace of the skies, an energy from the clouds. Blues blend with shades of pink. They combine and create a single peaceful image. It brings back his embrace. The last touch I felt from who I left for, who I will return to. The clouds are my racing points to dart between. White puffs swirl, twirl, and race around. They are place markers to swim under and over, through and through. This is freedom. My hands never have to record another sentence, I can keep my own memories. I can soar and breathe, no responsibilities. I can be home.
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