May 30

Over magic mountains

Aloft on wing looking down,
Colours and random shapes below.
Carried upwards, leave what caught my eye,
Fed and nurtured gave rise to dreams.
Look the light and changing clouds,
Mists of mystery  cooling to the wing.
Below, those fading memories.
Climbing carried over magic mountains
Once far, far away.


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Posted May 30, 2015 by paul in category "artwork