Flying.A Poem by flowers.Just a sloppy love poem that has no importance any more.Stealing kisses under the shadow of the night Warm beds as the sun comes out a bright Dancing, dancing, underneath the trees Oh darling dear, won't you run away with me? Passing notes and love letters alike, up upon our wall, about in sight Secret whispers exho across the air Laughing, loving, I play with your hair Up in the sky me make our way Getting ready to fly, fly, fly away. --Belle. © 2008 flowers.Author's Note
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