sky less blue
that it is something i should show,
but how could i frown when i see
such perfect grown up beauty?
something coherent as i pissed
in the wind for way too long?
you're as powerful as a song.
and back then those were things i feared,
but now i'd love to go back to
that winter's night with the sky less blue.
and thus this boy has never delt
with such warming hands of life.
you are my thirty-year-old wife.
good
Thanks.
nice poem of life and sky.
very well lukakorba
Thank you!