Saturday Afternoon.

I count her dreams on her eyelashes,
fluttering and falling without reason,
causing a light blush to her cheeks –
always recreating a scene, a painting,
an escape to her head in the clouds.

Her vision holding her dreams at bay,
searching the horizon for that moment,
to jump and spread her wings,
falling in uncertainty, but still leaping.
Still holding onto close your eyes,
make a wish, and blow –
let it go.

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