The wings we grow when we speak our truth
carry us to places we've never been.
Be true to me
and I'll take you
anywhere you crave.
Share with me your most honest
thoughts in this moment, and we'll
fly to the islands, we'll
swim in the sea.
Free me from wondering about
what goes on in that Daedalean mind of yours.
Open the doors to the prison of
doubt and speculation, and
we'll voyage the cosmos
together.
~~~
Or you can roam solo. Nothing is off-limits.
Your wings will waft you off on the waves
of other truth speakers passing by.
~~~
"Where is your truth taking you today?"
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Lola Sense
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