Curse of Silence

poetic drools of starving silence

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Falling Up

Suspended in lightness, highness
Almost touching the clouds
Gliding the air with feathery companions
My hands can play the forest canopy
My shadow floats on every body of waters
But I have never set foot on the ground
Not even close enough to feel the ants' heads
I have stayed in this state for the longest time
Since I've met you.
Posted by noshtalgia at 11:38 AM
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