Yes, the land was visible, clear From the flying blue sky, And the floating white clouds, everything, as clear as thatA little familiar, a little strange, what name did we keep?by what name did we call? Yes I faintly remember, it was something like thatIt eluded mejust when I remembered When we would be closerMaybeContinue reading “In the flying sky above”
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Pure flight
Land changes it’s form cloulds curdle the Milky sky Wings fly pristine