Wednesday, June 19, 2013

My attention

My attention dove off a cliff,
A mountain high in the sky
He used aeroplanes as stepping stones,
He'd always wanted to try

He saw his face in the wind,
It wasn't clear at first
An eye at a time, an ear
And then all in a burst

The spaces between the clouds,
Asked him again to stay
He knew he had to go,
But would visit another day

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