Pressed Flower
Feel the air
We crossed over
From the place
Earth meets with the sky
Glide across
The reflection
Pulls me closer
To where i
On a bridge where
Driving over
Sunlight covers
Blanket there
Air that held us
Held us to
Held in memory
Held through ...
Glide across
The reflection
Pulls me closer
To where i stared higher
To a place
White and hidden from
My life
Writer/s: Trey Many
