Katryn Laurent


Dreaming

Oh, great sky
Why is it so tauntingly you evade my direct sight?
Forevermore out of my grasp
Yet connected at my roots quite the same

I can touch you, and feel you, and see you,
And need you, and want you relentlessly
And amongst my struggle, you maintain your apathetic nature
Mournfully admitted, it's kept.

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