I am gleefully ensnared by the sky
dreaming of the clouds
they would be so soft under my sun charred toes
perhaps i would sink in
I am tentatively reaching for the sky
imagining the stars
how warm they would smell like roasting chestnuts
I am swallowed willingly by the sky
smiling at the world
a blue caress to the treetops
to the girl sleeping in the meadow
dreaming of the clouds
they would be so soft under my sun charred toes
perhaps i would sink in
I am tentatively reaching for the sky
imagining the stars
how warm they would smell like roasting chestnuts
I am swallowed willingly by the sky
smiling at the world
a blue caress to the treetops
to the girl sleeping in the meadow
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