Solitude has a sunrise born Across silent fields, an echo gone Scattered into the air Soaring wings with the courage to dare A never-ending horizon now in sight A sightless mangle now illuminated bright Insurmountable green giants mirror in glowing streams Are little dots to me in my soaring dream To the moody sky of blue or grey and the shy shiny sun hiding away To the metallic mirage of cityscapes and noisy children in their little landscapes Through little trails who carry little fairytales and chartered boats with destiny at their sails Accustomed not to the world I have gone but to freedom’s dawn I have been born.
Posted on: Mon, 04 Aug 2014 17:23:26 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015