Whistling through the air,
gliding in the softest fair,
blowing with gentle care
and breathing with the least of wear.
Look, there it goes!
barely missing my toes.
It flies to all highs and to all lows:
up to the clouds and the bushes of rose.
Up goes the little airplane,
flying through the cane
and grazing the horse's mane.
It's so free, such nonexistant pain.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PuisiPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
