***A Poem by RuzicaThe air this morning
is a lake -murky and green and deep It always feels like this after a rain-filled day - an angry day of clouds screaming of lighting tearing at the velvet of the sky On days like these I like to think that he is somewhere sunny - that somewhere rays are playing in his wild wild hair that there are people and dogs and birds and red balloons that there are so many happy memories underneath his airy sky that the depths of the drowning lake are dried out and nothing remains but a fertile ground to plant the flowers in © 2014 Ruzica |
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Added on December 22, 2014 Last Updated on December 22, 2014 Author |