Your world is as big as you make it. I know, for I used to abide In the narrowest nest in a corner, My wings pressing close to my side.
But I sighted the distant horizon Where the skyline encircled the sea And I throbbed with a burning desire To travel this immensity.
I battered the cordons around me And cradled my wings on the breeze, Then soared to the uttermost reaches With rapture, with power, with ease!
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Your World
Georgia Douglas Johnson 1880-1966
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Graphic - Sabin Bălașa 1932-2008














