the sky

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by InTheFlesh, Jun 1, 2004.

  1. InTheFlesh

    InTheFlesh Member

    Hands stretched to the sky
    or to the ground.
    Luck and chance and greed
    in papers found.
    My dove does sleep
    until I set it free.
    It goes towards
    the closest tree.
    Blue skys got me
    by its grip.
    And at times
    water does drip.
    Chains are only
    a corvett.
    Freedom's only
    confinement yet.
    I am you
    and you will die.
    I am everything
    you are the sky.
     
  2. VanAstral

    VanAstral Member

    that was nice
     

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