I’m sailing through the air, wind nipping at my toes, dodging expertly the attacks of my foes. I flip and twirl, and a beam of light, sends my enemies into a fright.
They scatter like ants, small dots on the floor, but I’m not tired, I’m eager for more. Someone applauds, and I turn to see, a group of people smiling at me.
An old man, different colored cats and a teen with pink hair, all I can do is stop and stare. The wind blows, and I smile back at them, but then I wake up, at a quarter to ten.
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Poems
PoesiaA collection of poems I've had in my head. Some have been written with prompts from @MusicalMagical and myself!
