Angels On The Ground
The wind kicks up, sending
leaves scattering across
the ground before me.
My hair whips back and blows
about my forehead.
The breeze sticks in my jacket,
making me spread my arms
enough to make it seem
like I can
fly.
The wind kicks up, sending
leaves scattering across
the ground before me.
My hair whips back and blows
about my forehead.
The breeze sticks in my jacket,
making me spread my arms
enough to make it seem
like I can
fly.