Soaring, Beloved
With this wind beneath my wings--
This breathing frees us.

graphs of my Universe
Soaring, Beloved
With this wind beneath my wings--
This breathing frees us.

Sky is the limit.
Bird is soaring, zooming down.
To watch his strong branch.
Sometimes the journey is to nowehere but to go back home.

Picture borrowed from: A bald eagle serial killer at large in Maryland after 13 birds …
Singapore – March 27, 2017 – 23:33
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