Flying High

Flying High
- Annalisa Crosmer

As I look up to the sky

I can feel the loud noise of the jets

like the way you can

loud drum beats

I glance towards the sound

but the plane is far ahead

flying high

and later that night

as I lay

in my bed

I imagined myself

in the air

flying high.

	Flying High - Annalisa Crosmer As I look up to the sky I can feel the loud noise of the jets like the way you can loud drum beats I glance towards the sound but the plane is far ahead flying high and later that night as I lay in my bed I imagined myself in the air flying high.
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