Vooruitzicht
The sun is shining bright.
Too bright, just bright enough.
It doesn't burn, just blinds
and I still haven't crossed the line.
And I still blink away the time.
Until the breakthrough.
Forget the time, we have blue skies.
No more is needed, no more we have.
Don't know what stars look like.
That's okay we have the sky.
Don't know what moves the ocean.
That's okay we have the sky.
The bright blue blinding sky.
We'll look above us
until we die.
We'll try and try
until we die.
15:39 25/3/17
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The Puppeteer's Playground
PuisiWhere the hands have taken over, the place we're calling home. Poems about what matters and what doesn't, to whoever and whatever. Poetry book ||| Cover by me
