Tell me why the pieces of the sky
fall down around the pieces of the ground
without a noticeable, significant sound.
If I was sky, I'd fly to ground
and kiss her elemental feet.
I'd make a booming, blissful sound
to mark the day, the blissful day
that sky made love to ground.
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The Back of My Mind (Poetry)
PoetryI like to write fiction, but I love to write poetry. Here is a collection of some of my favorite pieces.
