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I look up in the sky, White fluff moves slowly by. When I stare hard enough, I know its weird - go on, laugh. But I feel like I'm light and moving, And there's no way in proving. I look again and imagine, And imagine and imagine. My mind starts to wonder. And also to wander. I wonder what clouds taste like, Water vapour to dislike. More like cotton candy, Tasting nice and dandy. I imagine jumping on the stuff, Eating slowly fluff by fluff. But I can't reach that high, And I wish that I could fly. The impossible happens then, And the impossible is when, From my shoulder blades sprouts wings, Fragile, delicate, lovely things. They spread out behind me, And I feel forever free. I flap them, I fold them, Try them out for the first time. I look to the sky, shiny as a dime. I take a breath deep, And a brave leap. I struggle first and almost fall, It was definitely a close call. But I managed to untangle, And fly first at an awkward angle. After that I twist and turn, And the sun's rays make my eyes burn. Soon I'm flying to the crowds Of the ever fluffy clouds.
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC
White Fluff
I look up in the sky, White fluff moves slowly by. When I stare hard enough, I know its weird - go on, laugh. But I feel like I'm light and moving, And there's no way in proving. I look again and imagine, And imagine and imagine. My mind starts to wonder. And also to wander. I wonder what clouds taste like, Water vapour to dislike. More like cotton candy, Tasting nice and dandy. I imagine jumping on the stuff, Eating slowly fluff by fluff. But I can't reach that high, And I wish that I could fly. The impossible happens then, And the impossible is when, From my shoulder blades sprouts wings, Fragile, delicate, lovely things. They spread out behind me, And I feel forever free. I flap them, I fold them, Try them out for the first time. I look to the sky, shiny as a dime. I take a breath deep, And a brave leap. I struggle first and almost fall, It was definitely a close call. But I managed to untangle, And fly first at an awkward angle. After that I twist and turn, And the sun's rays make my eyes burn. Soon I'm flying to the crowds Of the ever fluffy clouds.
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xhyn
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 1:53 AM UTC
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