riding on my magic carpet

Riding on My Magic Carpet

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Wind

   feels like magic pressing against my face

Pushing against my face

       —sweet—

  like a plate full of cakes

Keep going

Keep flying

Flying into the wind, 

                          up and out, 

The breeze is smooth up here

I feel my hair, gliding in the air,

Feels like I’m shivering

            Everywhere

   Indigo Night

   Cold Flight

   Stars Flicker

   Bright

Lie down and it feels like I am falling

                    Tumbling

                          I am flipping

                               everywhere

            No time to feel that fear

Wind feels like magic pressing against my face

              The breeze is smooth up here

              The breeze is smooth up here

                                                         Wind

                                                         Carpet

                                                         Magic

                                                         Me