he flew like no other
he swept the sky so gracefully it was like watching a kite
he didn't seem to notice the opposing objects around him
it was just him and the open sky
he seemed to love flapping his wings
it was like seeing for the first time when he'd jump off the cliffs so effortlessly
it was like there was no tomorrow with him
it was an amazing sight to be in the footsteps from
he was very inspiring to the others around him
he taught them self confidence
patience
and to grateful if you did make it
he is and was a real trooper in the sky
I haven't seen him in a whole though
probably off in his own world
just flying
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The Expressionists
PoetryThey speak. I hear. I breath. He looks. They run. I look away. I turn back. They disappear. I wake up. They are gone. Them and he; are just shadows. -------- The Dreamer CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday
