Wings? Oh not for me, I need no other pinions Than the beating of my heart within my breast; Wings are for the dreamer with a bird-like longing, Whose dreams come home at eventide to nest. Climb, Winifred Welles
Wings? Oh not for me, I need no other pinions Than the beating of my heart within my breast; Wings are for the dreamer with a bird-like longing, Whose dreams come home at eventide to nest.
Climb, Winifred Welles