Dim lights from a city lay on my face
Over the edge of where I'm rooted in place
Nobody's around to see
Thinking about this too seriously
Do I or don't I?
Opening my mind and thinking should I go and should I fly?
I step up and see that view
Then I step forward once more and then I flew
Where was I going?
Up or down I couldn't tell
Below me a night time city sleeps
Above me the sky stretches far and wide
I float there like a feather
How strange
Simply floating.
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Thoughts as poems
PoetryJust some passing thoughts put into words in a poetic way, there's no particular pattern to them, just when they appear in my mind, they go down on paper Some may be poems Some may be tales inspired by life Some may be stories as true as can be All...
