A Day Through The Sky

March 18, 2019

The heart plays the drums as the metal bird runs,

Up, up up they soar.

Down below metal ants roam freely upon the ground.

Heart beat in my ears as if it wanted free.

Only one hour, only one and no more.

Lashes kiss my cheeks as I suck in air as I soar through the air.

The metal bird hummed and turned.

It flew steady.

I opened my eyes and looked down only to see I was on the ground.

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