-pounding heart-
for I heard the wind
sweeping the skies
My window was open,
the locks were broken
The hour glass shattered
the sand drifting fine
I clambered the rooftop
high and sweeter
while goldenleaves
wove themselves
into my hair
Birds and leaves
Brown and Fluttering
Through the windy
morning thoughts
Oh the everblue sky!
dripping with dye
lend me your hues
for my soft graying eyes
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| This is the view from my roof, where I wrote this poem |
