For Home
I once knew a thing about dancing,
romancing.
But a southern breeze
has blown my top kilter.
I'd like to think I was young once
but from such
a deep silence
I have sprung
from.
To the sky I go.
Skipping on rooftops
and mountain edges,
dusted with love and laughter.
Away for home I'm bound.
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cheyanimal14
From Wyoming living in Washington. Just graduated High School and now attending University. I grew up on a ranch and in a dinner theatre, I write, read, act, play, sing, and basically anything I'm willing to try.
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