Sky

by

Fred Mason

Clouds,both fluffy and white.
As if suspended on invisable swings and looking quite
like white marshmallows.....Almost too high to see.
And i feel so small here on the ground.i think i would rather be,
Up their, flying like a bird.....
Up their were only the wind could be heard.
Soaring through the wide blue yonder.
No cares in the world.Nothing to ponder.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Happy Ending
by: Adam Gosha
from: Rochester, MN, US

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