I wish I could fly.
I would fly through the streets
late at night
listening
to the soft, humming
world.
I would fly close to the ground
barely missing my nose,
closing my eyes,
feeling
the vibrating
world.
I would soar in the sky
diving into clouds,
letting my tongue
lick the soft, damp
air.
2 comments:
Interesting closing,
"letting my tongue
lick the soft, damp
air."
I like the twist that this has to it.
"I would fly close to the ground barely missing my nose, closing my eyes..."
i used to have dreams of that very same thing when i was little. :)
this makes me haappy.
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