Under the Sky
Forward I go under the sky,
a talent in my hand,
a star attracts me on the sly
by manna from heaven.
My bare soul, run to the star,
salt down my body!
from ennui take away my arm,
and keep me busy!
It shines in the eternal dark,
it needs not much -
only the talent - coin odd -
for food the charge.
Copyright © Oleg Borisov | Year Posted 2011
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