I think I am going up
On infinite stips of tinfoil
Fanning the sky above
My sleeveless shirt
Lifts unveiling my skin
And I like it
I am in control
Strangeness evaporates
Reversing the forgetfulness
Smiles that fall like blessings on the drenched grass
Flying!
O’ absolutely.
balloons first toes pointed
And they reach, they reach ever so high.
Above and beyond
Beautiful poetry…makes it worth following your blog!
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