I was born with wings,
I was born from a dream;
Where the clouds were made of cotton candy.
The sky looked noon
but the stars shone through.
The air was perfume,
angels sat on the moon.
I was born to take flight,
soar through the sky,
not sitting around waiting for my last goodbye.
By: TruthFromWhispers
Oh my gosh! This is such a beautiful picture! It really does remind me of cotton candy... Yum!
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