Up I climb to the top
I see the world as a bird sees it
Fields like a patchwork quilt
Forests like a green beard on the half shaven face of the world
Going down I slide, slip, scrape, and
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To the ground
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poems; Vo. 1
PoezjaThis series of books will be where I put any poems too short to be stand-alones.
