Just My Imagination

January 11, 2010
I always thought the sky was another world.
In a universe,
No, a planet,
Where nothing had to be explained,
Where we could be the clouds all fluffy and white
different images and then stars of the night.

The sky was a different world,
That I think,
I think like a bird,
Flying in the Sun's watery ink,
spilling all over the city.
The city speaks
it says, to the sky, "we don't care what you think."

But, I am still flying and fluttering in the air.

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sunnyhunny This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 8, 2010 at 5:31 pm
Love this!
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