My dry bones lie in the dusty earth
as my soul flies about
like a crazed bird in a boundles sky
The bones want to fly too, but cannot
They are bound by petty conflicts
and unresolved slights
and should-haves and could-haves.
Yea, set things right
lest your bones be bound to the earth as well!
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
Online)
- Published: July 5th, 2025 18:00
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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