the dance of the ink riddled fingers

i’ll sleep well tonight

Posted in frozen frames, the poet-tree by enisea on 16/01/2010

Swing until you leave the ground
Momentum keeping rhythm sound
Balmy breeze and empty sky
Blissful claims of “I can fly!”

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