Morawn Higgs


Tip - Poem by Morawn Higgs

I am at the tip of existence
Feet on a small patch of ice, water on all sides
Nearly threadbare and time
Melting away my options, my soul yearning for wings or angels.

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  • Gold Star - 44,572 Points Gajanan Mishra (6/1/2013 2:37:00 AM)

    my soul yearning for wings or angels. thanks, good write.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 1, 2013


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