I fly through the air.
The wind tugging at my hair.
Looking at the endless blue,
I know the feelings inside are true.
I can run away.
I can chase the day
YOU ARE READING
Dear, Samantha
PoetryThis is a book of poetry with no true theme. Some weave a story of guilt while others are simply meant to invoke pleasent feelings or memories
Sky
I fly through the air.
The wind tugging at my hair.
Looking at the endless blue,
I know the feelings inside are true.
I can run away.
I can chase the day
