a trace of blue skies reminiscent in my eyes
awakening to the realm of reality
my fingertips ache, longing to feel the blue sky's cool breese
where is my honeysuckle sweetness?
it is in the dark that i am crawling
surrounded by thoughts of blue skies, i close my eyes
this is an addition to a poem i revisited from an earlier entry. i felt that it wasn
(
Read more... )