I ran and ran and ran
to the castle in the air
I danced and danced and danced
beside my kite that flew up there
I stood upon the sun
and jumped on a cloud called 'nine'
and in a silent whisper
I was told that cloud was mine
I stayed up in the air
until tear-drops overcame
and with a sudden gust
the tear-drops turned to rain
But miracles, oh, miracles
I know that they come true
for where there should be rain
the sky above was blue
Suddenly I felt myself
floating - oh, so high
and my world became
the full, bright world
of castles in the sky.
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I love writing - poetry mainly, but the odd thought or story may find its way to the page as prose. I'd love to contribute to poetry and writing groups near my home by the sea but the dreaded clock seems to beat me most times. I do happen to contribute to https://cosmofunnel.com, a poetry website with 'panache'. Check it out for a different take on things.
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