Circles 02

slap of reality
in the principal’s office
frowned faces talking
***
eager eyes lurking
looking for a yellow hat
trains come and trains go
***
love alone matters
the old vagrant boots await
discover unknown!
***
let us fly away
she forgets the fear of heights
spreading arms in wind

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