there is another sky
over those grassy knolls
where the clouds are cotton
and the sunlight take not its toll
there is another ocean
beyond the sea of grey
where waters waltz
and crashing waves play
there is another land
behind the miasma of smoke
where the woodland creatures live
and the buildings are oak
today might be grim
and the future dim
but close your eyes
and there will be another sky
YOU ARE READING
Stage Play
Poesía" All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages" - William Shakespeare ********** || Oh, but this is all an act...
