Bright
Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 1:35 pm
i'm about to fly
running, the tall grass brushes past my legs, the sun beats down and shines into my smile
sun beams captured, golden in my hair
hands out to catch the wind
fingers spark with the electricity of excitement
and i jump . . .
running, the tall grass brushes past my legs, the sun beats down and shines into my smile
sun beams captured, golden in my hair
hands out to catch the wind
fingers spark with the electricity of excitement
and i jump . . .