NaPoWriMo~Day 17



I want to know how to gently ascend high;

high into the fresh, sharp morning air

I want to sail amongst the silvery-linen clouds

bobbing like a top over soaring mountains peaks

floating in my sapphire hued hot air balloon

peering down at the wrinkled, shady riverbed

all life appears as miniature versions of reality

abandon all my troubles and cares behind sun light…

dropping burdens like sand bags

finally free…. flying away


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