Swinging on an old tree branch
Lifted by the thought of clouds
Swinging on an old tree branch
Carried by the weight of the stars
Sitting at the bottom of the ocean
Lifted by the thought of the sun
Sitting at the bottom of the ocean
Carried by the weight of the moon
The glowing burst
heaven's hurt
And it's up to you
to save it
Of golden air
I am am afraid that
That strong being
Of the haven
It has lost
Its wing
So return
To sing
Another time
It lines up.
The glowing burst of golden air.
Etc.
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Life and Its Discrepancies
PoesiaThis book is filled with poems from every range of my emotions, from when I'm super depressed to when I can't be happier. I don't know how long I'll keep this thing going, just know that it covers a bunch of personal things that may be considered a...
