the blue ceiling; illuminate me
and then the sun
shines on us.
i would run
if i was feeling
the blue ceiling
pouring down, -
paint chipping -
but the illumination
eases my starvation,
and so i stay,
every time.
Luka.
and then the sun
shines on us.
i would run
if i was feeling
the blue ceiling
pouring down, -
paint chipping -
but the illumination
eases my starvation,
and so i stay,
every time.
Luka.
I really like this poem. :)