Fill me up and set the flame
That brings us to these dancing trees
Splattering funk in its space
As we ride with it to the end
Sail the skies just overhead
To find the boundary between blue and grey
Forever fighting in their grace
As we hope to see the sun again
Let's get caught in the bramble
Just at the peak of the naked branches
That spiral upward to us
An invitation for aerial ruckus
And grow like they we did
Flying through our own time
Looking for glory before the end
Just to crash in the field of Air Balloons and Dead Trees
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Author:
Noah (
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Comments3
great work of fantasy!
Thank you!
Love it!
Good! 🙂
Yes this is very "other worldly" Noah!
I agree
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