Sky Roads Poem by james watkin

Sky Roads



Sky roads exist. Unaligned
With this blown dust's sameness.
More the aimless deviant
Which suit. Winging aslant.

Airy, golden. A daydream!
What's there to frown upon
Head-scratcher, at a crossway;
Reading signpost's lies, hey!

Tuesday, August 2, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: road,sky
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james watkin

james watkin

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