(A little fluff for you since everything had been sorta gloomy in my writing)
The little girl felt the wind rushing through her hair,
A force on her back as she plummeted to the ground before rising back up again.
The sky was so blue, the clouds a perfect wispy white.
The girl was so high up she could see her humble home below her.
Her brother was flying beside her,
Sometimes he would pull ahead,
And sometimes he would fall behind.
The two siblings giggled as they looked down at their father.
Father was too big to fly, but he watched the two, a smile on his face.
The group heard their mother call for dinner.
The two children set their feet on the ground and took their father's hands.
They would visit the swings again tomorrow.
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Moments of Writing
Poetrybasically I write here whenever I have a particularly strong emotion, when I'm trying to get into a certain mindset (possibly for a character), or I just have a spontaneous burst of writing inspiration. ⚠️Some things may be triggering for some peop...
