the sound of walking,
justifying the past,
sweating out
the fevered thoughts
discovering a corner
to tackle the messages
drowning under
the weeping within
as the rain
cuts sharp
on the surface of
broken words
as you reach
for the higher part,
pushing prayers up
while catching the
unanswered
waiting
for the return
of blue birds
to where you are
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Author:
shadow424 (
Offline) - Published: October 1st, 2021 20:33
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Comments1
Nicely expressed ) good poem , I like this and the mention of blue birds )
Thank you very much
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