SkyA Poem by MarkI never could touch that blue and white illusion so impossibly far. But I have touched the Earth, many times, getting dirty hands from Mother's touch. And I'll never stop dreaming imagining the sky feels like the water, cool and clean. I will believe and close my eyes to see blue and white wash over me. The stars stop dancing on their black stage, and stare at me laughing where rain is made. I never could touch the sky but my faith wills me and I am happy as I dance with you there.
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20 Reviews Added on January 11, 2014 Last Updated on January 15, 2014 AuthorMarkDallas, TXAboutI"m a gypsy born in New Hampshire, raised in Alaska, schooled in Washington, raised a family in California. Recently settled in Concord NH area. Where to next? I don't really have to think about it, i.. more..Writing
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