he circled
a circle
contrail
in the sky
wherever he flew
below him
was the earth
effortless
in air
aloft
on the wind
in the vortex
and everything
below
was the ground
someday
oh someday
perchance
the wind may lower him
perchance
perchance
him down
to the earth
but now
for now
he circled
circled the circle
contrail
the sky
and around
~
she walks
with her head up
in the air
always
her gaze
on the blue
upon the clouds
the lazy
love you
formed in contrails
in the sky
the lazy
luff
around and round
maybe
one day
if she learns well
how to leap
maybe one day
the earth
will fall behind
that’s maybe
and that’s one day
but now
she’s on the ground
and she walks
her head pointed
to the sky
~
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Author:
Frank Prem (
Offline) - Published: October 22nd, 2017 01:00
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Good write Frank. You going round in circles?!
Only when I'm up in the air, O. Thank you.
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