there is that one tree that
seems to reach high
over hopeful divers
longing for peace
with branches that are
full of dreams to fly
while the world laid siege
to everyone in the streets
the tree in concrete
waiting for a release
dreams to lead have-nots to
OPPORTUNITY
just another soul trying to set some of the sleeping
FREE
YOU ARE READING
urban fairytales
Poésieit's easier to believe magic doesn't exist so we don't feel guilty for being too stupid to see it (c) daisyology / kandutchie This poem book is completed.
