The World Flies Past Me
Flying among the stars
On a sliver stretch of moonlight
The words go past me
Flying of the page
Leaping is my horse
Bounding through the waves
The words go past me
Leaping off the page
Soaring through the ground
Fur and warmth surround me
The words go past me
Soaring off the page
Poetry can transport you
To places you’ve never been
When you’re writing
Anything is possible
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