today i feel like the sun
hemmed in by the clouds above
forbidden to ever smile upon
the precious earth it loves
but tomorrow’s my opportunity
to rid myself of all affairs
to burn my way through clouded streets
and shine my love elsewhere
one love.
n.j.
hemmed in by the clouds above
forbidden to ever smile upon
the precious earth it loves
but tomorrow’s my opportunity
to rid myself of all affairs
to burn my way through clouded streets
and shine my love elsewhere
one love.
n.j.
2 notation[s]:
Not bad either, Garvey. I hope that you have a great time in Dallas. I look forward to working with you again next week!
I was just teasing her and that was obnoxious of you- for cryin' out loud!
I like your poem.
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