How can something so far be so beautiful ?
Up in the sky ,
it mocks us down below .
For we are prisoners ,
of the ground .
Doomed to be forever here ,
we walk the earth ,
to every corner and every turn .
But still I am not satisfied ,
for my feet are planted on the spot .
But ; my heart and mind ,
it dwells in the ever changing and never ending clouds .
Oh , how I watch the birds from afar soar through the wind ,
and look at airplanes ripping through the clouds .
I wish I was there ,
jumping from cloud to cloud .
I wish I had wings ,
to free me of my imprisonment .
But still ,
nothing changed .
So I still watch from afar ,
and wonder .
How can something so far be so beautiful ?
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My weird book of poems...
PoetryJust a book of poems I write...Don't judge , I am not a master in this field but I like doing it soo....I'm doing it . Requests are always welcomed and helpful if you ask me . Enjoy !
