Tuesday, 4 October 2016

Ground

I was flying,
Then I hit the ground.
Silently,
Devoid of sound.
No one knew,
Heard or saw.
I had exited,
Through the kitchen door.
I took a moment,
A quiet, brief pause,
To reflect on the painful cause.
Then another moment,
To remember flight,
And bask in the joy,
That made me light.

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