Tired of the sky,
Tired of travel,
From oceans to snowy peaks,
It opens my window to sleep
In my quiet room, for a moment or more
Then out into the eternal blue again-
Till we meet again.
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Author:
Agantuk (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: it is windy here nowadays, and rainy.
- Category: Nature
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