There is a bird
atop a tree
Stock-still
We stand
At dusk
We two
At dusk
Find time to climb
Atop this world
Of dust
He lands
I stand
Blots on the land
Two smudges
On the sky
Together in time
He sits above
And far
below
Am I.
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Poems
PoetryThis is a poetry book made from people who request to put their own poems in here to any poem I find online. It is made for people to share and express their thoughts and emotions. *NONE OF THESE POEMS BELONG TO ME* (REQUESTS ARE CLOSE)
