• Comfort •
See that creature
flying
through the sky, through time.
Singing its favorite song.
Its wings fluttering lightly,
brush against soft cotton clouds.
Its legs delicately land on the pillow-like mist.
Comfort.
Its eyes close.
Never to be opened again.
But fly it will.
High above.
Through cotton clouds,
Singing its favorite song.
YOU ARE READING
Have faith
Poetry"Some words I wrote." • A glance in the mind of a seemingly ordinary girl • •*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~• •Ranked• #1 : Escapril #4 : Poëzie #791: Poemcollection #616: Poesia
