As I walk forward,
The sky drops a little.
As I'm compelled to its beauty,
I can't help but to hum a tune,
While twirling around the dark, green, hydrated grass; slowly,
lifting one leg high,
and alternating multiple times.
As I bask in the powerful, energizing light of the night sky, I spread my arms out,
As if they're wings.
I want to fly away,
So I tilt my head up,
And shut my eyes.
Giggling,
Spinning around.
I make my wish,
To just be free in the sky.
I twirl, and I twirl,
Until i'm lighter than I've ever felt.
"Twirl!" I hear a voice in the distance.
"Keep twirling, my dear!"
The sky is calling out to me.
I stop, to catch my breath,
And i look down.
I am no longer on the freshly cut lawn that I was just horsing around on.
I try to move,
But im only flying upward.
I see the glow around me.
I'm my only source of light, besides the stars and the moon.
"Twirl, my dear!"
I hear again.
I grin and twirl, as I fly upward to home.
"I'm coming, my brightest star. I'm coming."
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Can You Hear Me, Major Tom?
Poesie☆*And the stars look very different, today.*☆ Poetry. It's so beautiful. Descriptive. It's so romantic, Yet, it could be devilish. It's a song. A beautiful song with butterfly kisses Sent from Lucifer, himself. Poetry. It can help you find your inne...
