If I were a snowflake,
Dashing in the air,
I must find my way
-- Flying, flying, flying,
There are directions for me on this ground.
Instead of going to the cold valley,
Instead of going to the lonely foothills,
I don't go to the streets to be sad
-- Flying, flying, flying,
- You see, I have my direction!
Fluttering in the air,
Knowing the quiet dwelling place,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden
-- Flying, flying, flying,
- Oh, she smells of plum!
At that time, by virtue of my lightness,
It was so full, it stuck to her skirt,
Close to her soft heart
- Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve
- melted into her soft wavy heart.
About the Creator
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wedded
Enroute
The stars and planets all whipped by as Deirdre's crystalline craft sped past them. Her people, the Vlondans, had discovered that the mineral Dianthium which grew so readily on their home world not only kept their hair pink but also was a perfect material for engineering spacecraft from.
By Alicia Anspaugh15 days ago in Art
Comments (2)
Flying A thing that I think everyone want to do but not everyone can...
well written