Oh dear,
Let’s fly high again
Up above the concrete ways
Though our wings maimed and waned,
We will race out far away.
Squeaking for half of my sky,
Swirling in another half of yours,
We will rise,
With no worries to live or die,
Lost in reverie of cheers.
Paddle into the dusky sky,
To moon we will sneak,
Let’s go,
Ripple its sleepy ply,
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| It's not mine nor did I steal it. Just borrowed from here. |
And scoot out at peak.
Chirp around those dozy lovers,
Dangling legs in the garden,
Let’s fly,
Fill them with cuddly romance,
Slicing away their burden.
Let’s Layer the stale world,
Squirming colors from our wings
broken,
Let’s drool,
Flying through the broody
boulevards,
Turn them into love garden.
A small intervention between the long series.
Sorry! Couldn’t keep myself from posting.
