And the morning sighs up with a yawning Sun
with clouds like sheep bounding away with the night
making way for the cobalt skies,
cobalt skies unturned from coal.
Under that sky
selling gold for souls and songs
and laughs are little memories
lasting for eternity
Under that sky
roams unknown and living dead
ghosts and babies unborn yet,
dancing,sitting,singing, silence
Under that sky
hours of minutes eroding a planet
dreaming voids and hopeful anguish
lovely loves and lying honest
Under that sky.
- Author: Noveyre ( Offline)
- Published: January 16th, 2018 21:32
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 13
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