Each morning,
upon my awakening,
I run for long, deep stretches
along the narrow edges
of my imagination
The cool sensation
of oxygen,
racing through my lungs,
causes inspiration
to spring from the well
of my deepest thoughts,
bringing life to words,
as they flow through
the womb of my pen
Taking flight...
upon paper airplanes.
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Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 6:06 AM UTC
Each morning,
upon my awakening,
I run for long, deep stretches
along the narrow edges
of my imagination
The cool sensation
of oxygen,
racing through my lungs,
causes inspiration
to spring from the well
of my deepest thoughts,
bringing life to words,
as they flow through
the womb of my pen
Taking flight...
upon paper airplanes.
All rights reserved
Copyright©2017
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