Flying, soaring
No need to come down.
Between the droplets of clouds,
Arms slicing the
crisp, wet air.
Carving out a home
A place where the pull
Of everyone, everything
Floats far below me.
Below Me – July 22, 2019
Published
Flying, soaring
No need to come down.
Between the droplets of clouds,
Arms slicing the
crisp, wet air.
Carving out a home
A place where the pull
Of everyone, everything
Floats far below me.
DoRee MelNic 