Sky Lark
Sky beckons me. I want to be a lark
and fly into the periwinkle blue of it -
then soar high where cotton ball clouds are wafting.
Maybe I could try to ride a cloud as if it were a magic carpet!
When sun begins to die, I’ll smoothly slide with it behind the mountains!
Nov. 4, 2021
for Charles Messina's Something Beautiful 5 Line Rhyme Poetry Contest
Now for 'A STRAND (1048)' Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2021
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