How Does It Feel To Fly

from a walk early morning
you enter the door
of your house

you see a glass vase
with a red rose
alone in the
living room

you go near and smell
the rosiness
of the rose
and gaze at it
as though it is the only
rose of your
home

you feel
a heart with wings
you fly
like a very light feather
on the wind

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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