Kiss the clouds and fly with me
Merge with my mind – come and see
We’ll relish the light of the silvery Moon
And the sting of the icy raindrops
Shiver and shimmy in the cold night air
Brass monkeys is fine when we’re free up there
Away from crime and grime and time
Strap in hold tight and away we go
We’ll fly so high we’ll find Orion’s Sword
And soar this way and that, chopping and changing
As we feel fit
The flight at night is like a leap of faith
And a free mind is all it takes
Tom
Very imaginative use of your word choices in the Wordle.
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Thanks, Sharon. Yes, I like these Wordles and where the words take me!
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Well done Tom! 🙂
I had a vivid dream about flying over mountains, but when I looked down I had a pair of VERY long legs!!! 🙂
God Bless!
Prenin.
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Dreams are strange at times, Prenin, aren’t they?
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Claps enthusiastically. I could feel the icy raindrops! …though I think it may have been due to the rainy weather we’ve had today..hehe. It really was a beautifully described scene though!
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Pleased you enjoyed it, Shree… we’ve had a real icy snap here recently! Brrr!
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Right there with you Tom 🙂 Hope I’m not too late! 🙂
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Not as late as I am replying, Icewolf! 😀
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