Tag: #FreeFall
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FreeFall… #Poetry
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FreeFallI like the sound of the singing butterfly, with airy dreams falling freeRain so delicate you cannot see it, or feel its touchWhere rivers flow with swollen dreams, waiting to be caught in a fisherman’s netThe golden catch he carries home to feed his familyWhen the first taste of a dream touches their lips, together…
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Free Fall… #Poetry
Too hot to sleep in bed, I drag my duvet to the garden It feels cool beneath the stars I watch, as shadows dance across the face of the moon What or who they are I cannot tell until they begin to free fall, growing larger, the nearer to Earth they come I stood with…