A smile made of lace
Eyes made of cottonwood
Two wayed and two pronged
The sharp stick of a joking insult
One side of the wing are calm and unpredictable
Different and alluring
Sincere and blue
The other side a mix of sharp jokes and glares
Ignorance and insincerity
Predictable and grey
That time between is the flickering of the wings
Beating into the air, lifting off and lifting away
Each flap of the wings is like a slowed down video
The water splashing in just the right way to catch the sun
Don't watch for too long
They'll close and hide the brilliant blue
Exposing only the grey to the world
Breathe in with each wing beat and breathe out
Blue and grey joined by the same threads
Lace is just threaded thread wrapped round and round
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Portals To Another World
Short StoryHey so these are random short stories,,, pick a title that plucks at your curiosity when you're bored yknow - striving to recreate the feeling of flying -
