The Air Near My Toes
With a hazy lazy glance
I let my eyeballs dance
they fell upon you quite by chance
Strutting your stuff way up there
i'm rising to meet you like thermal air
blissed up with neither worry nor care
roaming with the winds, literally blown away
scattering seeds of thought, to reap another day
strolling, lost amidst the words I say
watching them breathe forth from my mouth
taking form like a visual symbolical shout
these nuggets of wisdom I am dishing about
you have to journey inside to really find out!
Copyright © John-Ovan.P. Hull | Year Posted 2012
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