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 (
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Comments2
A poem that explores those shoulds and coulds we all have. Very nice
Excellent write
Reflection on what could of and should of been, thoughts we all have at some stage, nicely done
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