Echo Home
Fantastically I flew
danced with clouds
zigzagging around
no one could touch me
ginger bread man...me
tasted some fine flower
it was time to come down,
I was canyon tired.
things catching up to me.
The cocoon is calling me back
home... in echoes.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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