Blue SkyA Poem by Shirlabout a girl named Blue Sky who loves to danceThere's something effortless about the way she somersaults through the sky with sunshine in her eyes flying through the air undaunted by the concept of gravity her untamed curls flying like wisps of young fire being fed by his breath a nymph of the rite of spring, she danced as much as for the earth as she did for the heavens rising from the ground as if born from ashes of fallen angels clad in shadows of the night, she emanated a vivacious light all eyes were drawn to her because there was no denying she walked the path of the star catchers, and the universe with its bias toward those who see beauty in it whispered its secrets into her soul for her to share with the rest of us. © 2015 Shirl |
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