Blue blue day...an afternoon flight..

Thinking you
Is like having a flu...
And a bird that swooped
Went high up again...
Testing her capacity to fly...
After swooping down
One needs that strength afterall
To embrace it all...
The deep down run
And a high high up...

All...
Vertical
Only two states...

The afternoon when came with such a glorified Sun
Setting slow
Against front deified western...
Why a bird like a seagull not catch up
The sprite?
The afternoon monsoony balmy delight?

And
A song emerged sure
Out of the two phases pure...
One right up
After a downy feathery light...

He perhaps then remembered
'babe's got blue eyes...'

Afternoon
And
A straight arrow
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