Misty hills and vales Stepping to the horizon We wish we could fly. And if we could fly Would we escape to the sky And soar way up high Maybe we would flee To another world of glee The joy to be free If we could just fly What else could there be to spy Above that white mist. Search the horizon But what if the earth is flat We fall off the edge. Life choices are ours To dream of different times Could, should or would we?
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, July Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’
https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2020/07/01/july-writing-prompts-2/
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