I saw their predictions as they rushed onto the snow top mountains,
feeling as though they were on top of the world
and no one could **** those thoughts
beating through their wet coats and misshaped mittens.
no one could shadow their footprints against the hills,
melting down the shame and words thrown out
to the afternoon sky.
they really thought the world gave a **** if they could
fly or not.
so they gathered their parachutes and fell towards
the grasslands as they hoped and dreamed for
something new.
Feb 13, 2011
Feb 13, 2011 at 7:22 PM UTC
I saw their predictions as they rushed onto the snow top mountains,
feeling as though they were on top of the world
and no one could **** those thoughts
beating through their wet coats and misshaped mittens.
no one could shadow their footprints against the hills,
melting down the shame and words thrown out
to the afternoon sky.
they really thought the world gave a **** if they could
fly or not.
so they gathered their parachutes and fell towards
the grasslands as they hoped and dreamed for
something new.
© Danielle Jones 2011
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