As I reach my fingers
Up towards the sky
A whisper caught in my ear: asking
Who am I?
This is who I am
I reach up and touch the sky
I have found myself
.
I enjoy freedom
The blue smoking hills stand tall
I am free at last
-Michael Edwards-
Who am I, who am I?
The stars won’t say
Nor will the day
Nor the brilliant cloudy sky.
I need some time
To find the answer of
This defuddling question of mine.
No
One
But the question still puzzles me,
no matter how hard it try.
I know the answers out there somewhere,
Someone's just gotta help me find it
- Authors: Shadowbox15, Michael Edwards, Willow_Wander
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- Finished: January 29th, 2018 05:21
- Limit: 10 stanzas
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- Category: Reflection
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