he, perched upon,
the swing's
seat.
like
a little bird, just,
waiting,
waiting,
for some-one to,
give him a gentle push.
and then he could arc,
back and forth,
by himself,
and
fly up into the clouds.
laughing in joyful
fear,
and exuberation.
but,
until then, he perched,
waiting,
waiting.
dreaming, of unfettered
flight.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 12:49 AM UTC
he, perched upon,
the swing's
seat.
like
a little bird, just,
waiting,
waiting,
for some-one to,
give him a gentle push.
and then he could arc,
back and forth,
by himself,
and
fly up into the clouds.
laughing in joyful
fear,
and exuberation.
but,
until then, he perched,
waiting,
waiting.
dreaming, of unfettered
flight.
etude#5
part of a series of etudes i am developing will post others later
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