A Walk In the Clouds
The day is met
The dream lost
windows sleeping cry
A land where heros have died
A bird swin pertch slips away
The sky plundered in air filled sighs
with a road of a blank notion in blaket of devotion
A time I spend here is natalicly splintit
A war to high too see
A night to cold for me
a walk in the clouds
Copyright © Ian Schmidtka | Year Posted 2007
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