Brisk air, cold air, empty day.
shining sky upon the ground
waiting watching sky upon the ground
tension in my knees, sky upon the ground
wanting needing
sky upon the ground
glancing running
autumn leaves
springing flying
the sky upon the ground
pulse pulse walk tip-toe
leaves like little birds in the sky upon the ground
carry me little ship-birds, make me small and innocent and covered with rippling sky upon the ground
A tiny roar, a slamming door. I touch my toes to solid earth.
may i come back tomorrow
shining sky upon the ground
waiting watching sky upon the ground
tension in my knees, sky upon the ground
wanting needing
sky upon the ground
glancing running
autumn leaves
springing flying
the sky upon the ground
pulse pulse walk tip-toe
leaves like little birds in the sky upon the ground
carry me little ship-birds, make me small and innocent and covered with rippling sky upon the ground
A tiny roar, a slamming door. I touch my toes to solid earth.
may i come back tomorrow
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An experiment. The caps thing is intentional.
