Captured by the sight of spring bees
I look beyond the bark of trees
And get a glimpse of frozen seas
I escape myself from disease
And fly away in pairs or threes
Over heads of those dressed for skis
Plains, plateaus locked up with mild keys
Look up towards me with deep pleas
Hovering with wild, odd wheeze
Skies in grey color with rupees
****** my wings or so to appease
Clutching feathers bent with unease
Amidst a trip meant to displease
My body shoves into the breeze
Softly down as if with bent knees
NHH "Plume"
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 11:37 AM UTC
Captured by the sight of spring bees
I look beyond the bark of trees
And get a glimpse of frozen seas
I escape myself from disease
And fly away in pairs or threes
Over heads of those dressed for skis
Plains, plateaus locked up with mild keys
Look up towards me with deep pleas
Hovering with wild, odd wheeze
Skies in grey color with rupees
****** my wings or so to appease
Clutching feathers bent with unease
Amidst a trip meant to displease
My body shoves into the breeze
Softly down as if with bent knees
NHH "Plume"
A call for an escape
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