Escapade... It was or I was!
Escapade... It was... Or I was...! I was there, Just there by the coast... By the trail treading to the waters... The trail embedded by the blooming flowers of every pastel hue... The flowers, so colourful, yet seemed white by the coat of snow. I was there, Just there when the sun seemed like a silver oyster... When the sun was encircled by the dark and fierce clouds... When the clime swore to be umbrageous... When the winds roared there utmost chills. I was there, Just there when my wings omitted all the strength they consumed... When my body afeared what my eyes saw... When my eyes went nocturne of the day and night, identic... When I shivered and quivered deep to my bones, yet yearned to fly away. I was there, Just there when my patience was wearing thin... When this blizzard storm kept me from flying... When my wings ached to breathe the fine lines of sky... When I dazedly...