Monday, January 20, 2014

Winter Skies

Even the winter-blue skies are bluer there
There in the earth I call mine
The sun burns brighter
Like all of everyone's love
The trees taller, happier, greener
But what I yearn most for
Is the black ink sky 
Studded with many a star
And the tall perch upon which
I could stretch my feet
And dream like a little girl again.

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