On The Edge
Dressed in sunshine
they floated
across an ocean
of bluebells.
Fragrance of salt air
passed by,
tickled their fancy,
as if a bee
brushed a flower
Onward to the horizon
met by the clouds,
they rolled over them,
shrouded their craft-
Floated through to the other side
they floated
across an ocean
of bluebells.
Fragrance of salt air
passed by,
tickled their fancy,
as if a bee
brushed a flower
Onward to the horizon
met by the clouds,
they rolled over them,
shrouded their craft-
Floated through to the other side
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