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Very abstract poem, it just spilled out of me. I'd love to see some interpretations!
Submitted:Jan 26, 2012 Reads: 67 Comments: 20 Likes: 8
I reach for the
impossible fantasy;
watching the
mundane activities
far beneath me
and my
light-as-a-featherwings.
Finger tips grazing
the blue mist,
the tangible haze.
When the
storm clears,
laughter errupts
from my
lips.
I spin,
and then once more,
'cause your opinon
doesn't matter
anymore.
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