Saturday, 28 April 2012

Flying with grandma

by anya

I wish to be able to fly
to spy on the beauty of the sky
my grandma could come with me
just for once and for all
for me to try a bit

all I will do is float and do sumersaults in the air
to trapeze with a brave dare
and to float up in the air.

1 comment:

  1. Nice Rhymes! I think that is a good poem. I think no one can write good poetry as you, Anya!

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