Saturday 26 March 2011

A feeling that comes every so often

melting and blending into air
anger has flown and now comes despair
I watch the sky as time goes by
the freedom of the birds that fly
I feel warmed by the sunset
and crave to be there
soothed by the light
I let go of my fight
I look at the sunset and want to be there


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