Ohio SkyA Poem by LTpastoral
To days spent cozy in the silo,
For Late stars all to mean something. To think it's all just highs and lows, To end somewhere, to be something. To stay inside when it's nice, And to be somewhere tomorrow night. An hour, a second, a day, a price, To stay up all night to see the first light. And I spent it all one try, To see a late, beautiful, and dying, Ohio Sky.
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1 Review Added on June 6, 2022 Last Updated on June 6, 2022 AuthorLTColumbus, OHAbout"Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it me.. more..Writing
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