Wind dancer 8:
I have no wings
To keep me afloat
Lift me
Pick me up
I can not climb
But
Canopy I crave
Yet I sink
Like stone
As the moss advances
The feather
You left
For me to find
Sits on a shelf
It is of no help
To lift me
Sift out of me
This sickened
Spire
No comments:
Post a Comment