Unquiet
soaring upon a brisk winter breeze
my mind on fast forward surfing
along in opposite directions cant
slow down the breeze up lifting
my entire self my cheeks blood
red twisting, turning whizzing by
flying thru the sky white fluffy
clouds a hand span away
like my mind almost so
close to scramble back
together thats creeping its
way slowly slipping away
in this unquiet mind.
Copyright © Jessica Stepanovsky | Year Posted 2010
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