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Floating, fleeing, flying in unison, Playing above the horizon. Freeing their feathers from damp and from cold, Perching almost perfectly far from reach or hold.
#nightdwellers. It gently glides. Not needing to flap. More than once of twice. A minute. Suddenly. It begins to fly. Upward. Higher, higher. Until it reaches. Such a height. That the air is thin.
Like a tiny little blackbird, A-perching on this ledge, Just a feet forwards, And I'll teeter on the edge.
#opussweeklychallenge. #freeverse. Flying is a new sensation. It feels so good to me. Feeling the breeze under my wings. Twisting and turning, soaring and diving through the clouds.
Pure pearly white feathers form majestic wings carrying Icarus through the sapphire skies. The golden suns searing rays gleaming and glittering off the ultramarine ocean.
She soared across the crystal-blue sky, gently flapping her golden glossy wings. Wind brushed the stray wisps of hair off of Cherie's face as she delecately dodged fluffy white clouds.
-wrote this when I was 10 (: There I see here gliding above, Nothing ahead of her but the breeze. It's when the gun shots start to fire That she slowly starts to freeze.