may these wandering stroll
finish swiftly somewhere far,
where our skies meet.
where sadness is but
a shapeless, amorphous cloud
dissolving amid joyful cries.
where my tears cross
your light in glimmering
beams, a whispered rainbow.
where I can feel
small again, born again
in ever flaming leaves.
liberty will never perish
love will wash us
where our skies meet.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 9:32 PM UTC
may these wandering stroll
finish swiftly somewhere far,
where our skies meet.
where sadness is but
a shapeless, amorphous cloud
dissolving amid joyful cries.
where my tears cross
your light in glimmering
beams, a whispered rainbow.
where I can feel
small again, born again
in ever flaming leaves.
liberty will never perish
love will wash us
where our skies meet.
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