I walk up a hill
I stand there with Blue
we let
the wind
take us to another land
feeling excited
as the sun casts a spotlight
on the hill
as if it's our stage
like we are the dancers for the birds music
as they play
a sunny song
to us looking out
on the hill
the flowers and trees as
our audience
sway and
clap
to our performance
sounds nice
ReplyDeleteyour poem is so great i feel like i want to sway my hands right
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