Every Blue Sky

Yorke

The blue sky of my youth,
in grass coated beaches,
infused floral innocence,
I find you.

The blind faith of guide dogs,
in black mountains stacked.
The abundance of hiding,
I find you.

Mechanical in completion,
in pools reflecting life.
In origins of hurt,
I find you.

In groove of needle static,
oxygen free surroundings.
In Doppler effects,
I find you.

An ever thinner presence,
in background radiation.
animation unbound.

  • Author: Yorke (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 5th, 2015 03:06
  • Category: Unclassified
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