Untold scribblings.

The lone bird called out to the sky, “When will I be able to fly like the rest of them all?”

The sky glanced back at it. “the day you won’t feel the fear anymore.”

Little did the sky know about the unrecoverable scratch of a paw on the fearless bird’s left wing.

Published by A Hopeless Anachronism

Dancer | Reader | Writer | Traveller | Videographer | Researcher | Engineer

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