What it Feels Like

Over windows and bright doors

Flying through the sky feeling air rush across my head.

It’s the wonderful feeling of flight in the sun.

A long drink of cool water on a hot summer day,

A drop in the pool to catch the wonderful caress of the currents.


If it were a color it would be a soothing turquoise,

The feeling of a slow, deep breath,

It smells like baking cookies and tastes like hot, fresh bread.

It sounds like a breeze as it plays with the grass.


It’s an ethereal feeling

But it’s feedom incarnate

Sometimes it’s simple but sometimes it’s not

It’s simply just where I belong.

The End

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