Friday, December 5

Untitled poem.

Constructive critisism please. I literally just typed this up because I had nothing better to do.


Smooth as glass
slight tension between two
surfaces as flawless
as a china doll's skin.

Light as a feather
my mind takes flight
high into the sky
I watch it leave.

Blue as the sky
rain falls down
from two blue clouds
against snow white.

Free as a bird
anything I want
is easy to get
after I let go.

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