Is It Poetry
Her Open Skies - Poem by Is It Poetry
There beside her standing on the beach,
and watching her she watches him, safe inside her hand.
Her cobalt open moving skies,
tanned palms up turned her arms each wave across the sea.
She to he it reaches in, it reaches further out.
Comes night it makes the center of it feel, as if alive.
The water rushes by her toes and some is touching me,
Nelly's caught a fish it's in my hands.
The south star where I tremble, can I take and kiss away the tear.
Strange the wind comes warmly where you blew it, I felt there.
And the clouds above below the sand is clean.
Her angel is as some have seen and.
Someone else whom but my self, her star that does not fly,
if someone else can see your wings, come my love and try.
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