Librarsi ~Terzo Passo

A small poetic piece reflecting on nostalgia.

Soar, fly high into the sky.

Soar above the vast land of your youth,

Soar through nostalgia.

Let us hold hands and

visit our youth together.

Come with me, my darling.

Climb to the highest peak,

Skim through the treetops,

Let the wind take you,

High into the Sky.

-fine'

J.Fletcher

Author's Note

I would like to know how this piece would fit inside of a poetry journal or collection.