Clear, simple blue skies.
Unnerving negative space.
A girl decorates.
She stitches and glues.
Flying machines of all kinds.
A girl must create.
Colors shade sunlight.
Wind gifts them the breath to dance.
A girl must hold on.
She pulls a heart string,
Knots this to her creations,
A girl unravels.
To the skies, she goes
Free in flight, she whips and spins.
A girl, so rootless.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
Clear, simple blue skies.
Unnerving negative space.
A girl decorates.
She stitches and glues.
Flying machines of all kinds.
A girl must create.
Colors shade sunlight.
Wind gifts them the breath to dance.
A girl must hold on.
She pulls a heart string,
Knots this to her creations,
A girl unravels.
To the skies, she goes
Free in flight, she whips and spins.
A girl, so rootless.
© Bitsy Sanders, June 2015
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