Poetry that thinks out loud
FLOATING FREE
There you go, you are free,
The wind begins your journey.
Taken within a sudden gust,
To the sky you've been thrust.
I watch and stare without a care,
It's like magic keeping you there.
Standing out in the beautiful sky.
What is it like to be that high?
The wind eases, you drift to the ground.
A beautiful moment, with no one around.
Just like a feather it delicately lands.
A simple bag that flew from your hands.
With that a man magically appears.
These are men who don't shed tears.
Slaps upon me a littering fine.
Says don't litter here, these streets are mine.
The wind begins your journey.
Taken within a sudden gust,
To the sky you've been thrust.
I watch and stare without a care,
It's like magic keeping you there.
Standing out in the beautiful sky.
What is it like to be that high?
The wind eases, you drift to the ground.
A beautiful moment, with no one around.
Just like a feather it delicately lands.
A simple bag that flew from your hands.
With that a man magically appears.
These are men who don't shed tears.
Slaps upon me a littering fine.
Says don't litter here, these streets are mine.
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FLOATING FREE
FLOATING FREE
