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)
- Published: January 14th, 2018 17:45
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 15
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