Stretched for miles was a meadow of yellow buttercups standing three feet tall all their petals open to full throttle like propellors on an old airplane ready for take off in an airfield looking for pilots to sail them to the heavens speaking in a language only the wind could understand as it blew soft amongst their wings looking to achieve terminal velocity while the drone of their engines filtered my senses as we took off to the skies
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Weird Reads
ПоэзияPoems & Prose to read when your coffee is on the brew. A mixture of the light and dark in life. Strange writing from the pen of a weird mind. Caution advised before reading.
