 I am a wild rose
who longs to be free, but I am stuck in this pot and it seems I’ll never be I gaze up at the sky and I see the sun, I see the birds flying high and I wish that I was one But here I am rooted in the dirt, dreaming of open spaces deep in the desert I am a wild rose longing to be free, but alas, I fear I’ll never be. ~ Written by Liz Austin 2019
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AuthorBorn and raised in Upstate NY, Liz is a freelance writer. She has written for websites, blogs, and magazines for the last 10 years. She works as a freelance writer and editor, as well as a proofreader and beta reader for several authors, all the while working on her first book. Archives
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