In Class Poem | 23rd of August '17

Strangely so,

though none know,

the skies I swim,

beautiful glows of dim.
A realm unseen,

intangibly girbberish,

mumbled fear in truth.

Yet, so within I fall,

swiftly carried in loved.

Indication,

though no confirmation.
But a smile upon,

the glow of bliss.