Touching The Stars Poem by Timmy Curran

Touching The Stars



Shooting for stars from the comfort of home
What to do with a door,
the sea is a floor,
the walls are a show
The comfort of home
a generation of gnomes, jumping through holes,
similiar to worms
Up past the clouds, up to the stars, from the comfort of home
fixed on a box

Saturday, October 17, 2015
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