My Fantasy

October 15, 2010
I want to climb up to the highest point
Feel a cool breeze graze my neck
With a whisper from my lips it echoes across the world

I want to sit there in tranquility
As my hair blows in the wind
I hear a pitter patter of light rain

I want to feel soft grass lace between my fingers
Then hear a chirp from a bird in the depths of reality
As I sit there in my fantasy

I want to climb higher
Then fall into a soft cloud
As I dream of a new world even better then the first

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Lillie said...
Jun. 16, 2011 at 3:08 pm
I don't normally like poetry, I really like this one. It makes sense to me and totally reminds me of sitting in class, starring out the window, trying to escape class.
Carlie said...
Nov. 15, 2010 at 1:43 pm
this is carlie's friend. this poem is a chizamm. its that  BOMB!!!!! BYE
Carlie said...
Nov. 4, 2010 at 2:22 pm
This is so AWESOME!!
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