How long has it been?
A day?
Maybe two?
The golden moon but a dot at sight,
The dry land but a feet at height,
Constantly drowning, though I can't die,
Forever trying, but never can fly.
I see the dry land ahead,
But right now, I'm better off dead,
My legs trapped under a rock,
Yes my friend, I am stuck!
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Hey!!.. everyone was entering my poetry contest, I decided to join in!!
Although... I'm not participating...♥️
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Flying Umbrella
PoetryPoetry book of an umbrella, who had her own way of life. × × × I write on the pictures in every page, I'll just keep adding anytime I can, but I'll love you to check it out! Comment and VOTE!!❤️ Happy Reading 🌺🌺
