poetry & things

Can you not see these things?

Though you have been on this road

complete with wild green grass fields

soaring skies and birds, floating blue sea waves

Your smiling heart is but an ocean tide

and so rips away to another side

storms and sails fly, cracking skies

will pour vacant, raining grey

The mud ruddy road you’re on

soon will dry, and to the sun

once more you’ll soar

and fly

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