Summer sky


Tonight I dream of summer sky

Of of flying free, never asking why

All trouble vanish there up high

Where lovely birds sang trilling lullaby

Oh, come soar sweet warm summer sky


I couldn’t sleep. Again! So I gave up on tossing and turning. And wrote a little poem instead.

Inspired by this week’s Whirligig. Also posted to Writers’ Pantry #5: A Tiny Light at the End of the Plastic Tunnel

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