
Forthrightly Left Prosing In Our World. Legends Told Pose Quite. Quiet Poetry So. Writ Ups Down Herein. Touching The Sky Whilst Yore High Flying. Below Our Steppes. Could Be. Seen All Arounds Abouts Times, Places Too. Placing Feet Backs To Ground. So Forth So. On.
When
High Flying So In Our World. Legends
Breezed Bys Tell This. Of Prosed
Yore High Flying, Below Our Steppes
Can Still. So
Just Be. Seen Flitting. So
Written So.
So Begins Herein. There
Scrambling High On That. This So Mountain Top
Up Above. Below Forest Trees Sway. Gently
So,.. As i Run Then Jump.
Off.
Air Rushes Up. Jams So Tight, Against My Wings.
That Power. Antigravity So Makes My Blood. Sing.
No Bird. Freely Man i,.. Shiro Still,.. So Am. Yet
So Higher Than Mountains So High. Flying,
Below Steppes.
Tilt And Turn. So Taken Over By The Breeze
Wind Blown Letting Thermals Lift, So Rise.
Then Back Down Too. To Land, A Deep Sigh.
Up Above i So Look. Seeing Birds
Simply So.
Sky High.