dinsdag 8 februari 2011

Drones

float....away
your lungs breathe none
the air it wrongs
your head it longs
for sleep, don't come
yet, need to find it
first, to keep my mind
up level....I float
away

adrift....alone
away from home
my head it drones
for my feet who'll roam
these streets of stone
it breaks my bones
in fragile tones
no home....I drift
alone

cloudless....hope
an endless slope
with leading rope
my hands to hold
I find ways to cope
when all is cold
My eyes behold
life.....it unfolds
hope

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