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Cooling winds cross my face
falling through open sky.
Only the birds are here,
no one to ask me “why?”
Freedom to dive or swerve
to fall or float in space.
I observe land and sea,
watch water turn to lace..
The ground is a textured
fabric of many shades,
fulgid patterns of grain,
waving fluent brocades.
But quickly I descend,
promptly I’m on the ground.
The beauty of flying on hold,
‘til I pay for another round.
My pen won’t speak the words I seek
So how can I finish this verse
My mind can’t find the words that rhyme
So please tell me what could be worse
Should I care to stare at the arm of my chair
Trying to bring forth thought
Or should I end and send what I have penned
Trying to forget what I sought
© 2019 – 2020, Lekatt. All rights reserved. I go there every day
when I can get away,
a place for me to play.
The tall grass is always green.
Chilled water runs clear in stream,
a veiled place for me to dream.
It frames itself to what I need,
with my emotion it is keyed,
my every thought will it heed.
Here I build grand creations,
peace and love for all nations,
become truth at this location.
© 2019, Lekatt. All rights reserved. I saw a Wood Sprite
dancing on a leaf.
The more I looked at her
She looked right back at me.
She danced up and down the leaf
a dance I’d never seen.
Then as quickly as she came
she disappeared again.
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