Sky Soda

Noveyre

The weather is so wonderful today, 

it's like the sky is carbonated and the clouds 

are little bubbles flying up- 

up till gone what an empty glass 

call it a sky soda, I guess 

 

and all my sweet surroundings 

arranged on a plate before me 

seeing as I want it, 

that is a person's perception 

hungry and quite often 

 

That's usually how it goes- 

people see with what they know 

they feel with their familiarities 

and listen to themselves, 

they never get to drink the sky 

because they don't know how.

  • Author: Noveyre (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 14th, 2018 17:45
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 17


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