Why does this feel
Like the sky misses me?
Giving me pieces
Of it's soul.
I've been damned
To go and never come back.
My life
Is the life of time.
Sing to me, sweet sky
Your song of sorrow.
Push me.
Carry me.
Mold me to your notes.
Give me your tears
So that I may give them
Back to you.
For I'm only
A flowing river,
In time with your wind.
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Book of Sight: Volume I
PoetryI see my Books of Truth have been greatly accepted by the public. I have decided after a leave of absence to bring to you a new series of books. Please enjoy.
