There, above the spectrum colored sky
I hopped inch by inch,
I went above the clouds
With my hands
as free as a bird’s wings
and soar together with the
chanting of the wind
where the trees,
flowers and mountains
were the only creatures
that could hear.
2-12-9-19-19
5:13:00 PM |
Classification:
Our Poetry Session
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