My Wish

January 14, 2013
Setting next to
A blazing fire covered
Up in a blanket
Curled up in to a ball
Feeling the cold fall
Breeze whizzes upon
My rosy red cheeks
Listing to the sound
Of crickets chipping
Singing to each other in
In to moon light
Watching the burning
Wood flakes rise up into
The pitch black firefly
Sky wishing why
Why can’t I just Fly

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