Heights
Storm Birds, poem seventeen.
Heights belongs to the following groups:
Complex Simplicity of Art, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Creative, Talented, and Unknown, Freedom In Words & Art, Light In The Darkness, Live, Love, Dream: , Outsiders, Shameless Self-Promotion, The beauty of poetry, The Red Writing Room, The true beauty, The Word Tree, Up & Coming Writers, WMG and Writing: Persuing HappinessOur sky is the same. Unchanged. Unchanging.
Our wings are the same. Untamed. Untamable.
Our heartbeat sounds the same. Only unheard, unhearable.
We’re circling. Same aerial place, but different heights.
Not enough to turn our stare down and up: our eyes
are blind, blinded by our blinding
same irresistible lights.
We would not see what’s just inside
every single teardrop dripping from our luminous cries.
hsien-ku
this is very beautiful luigi
Bluesrose
strong and sad
beautiful poem…
JUSTART
beautiful writing