i see the skies with a desperate sigh
as if I would lose them
in a split of a second
as if there is somewhat a very sleek second
that holds me threaded
i am as if riding high on skies
the grip if it goes
I am gone
I am confused
I am not earth
i see the skies with a desperate sigh
as if I would lose them
in a split of a second
as if there is somewhat a very sleek second
that holds me threaded
who am 'i'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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