The Warm Air Poem by Ari Alsio

The Warm Air



The warm air now,
above on my head,
a marvel of nice,
where they also fly,
the kind of show,
as the fairies go to bed,
through the wind flirt and other spice,
the idea on a small sky,
mind so good for flow.

Monday, November 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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