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Aug 2012 · 828
Sprites of Air
Matthew Whetten Aug 2012
we float on top of the world
drawing through clouds
and walking on air
laughing at the things we draw
with the moisture from below
we are no Icarus
our wings do not burn down
we are like the bight sun
we never leave the sky
we always are on the bright side

— The End —