Give me cement boots
so I can grow roots
to this place. And stay.
Help me, I want to fly
the whirling winds so high
above this ground. And never come down.
Boots or wings. Stay or sing.
Where can I just do my thing?
New Book: "I-ROY" by Eric Doumerc
9 months ago
2 comments:
I love this. Yes.
I liked this one. And considering the fact I only usually like very conventional (in terms of meter and rhyme) poetry, this means it really impressed it.
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