
Blue sky
busy in the morning.
My mind floating
like a white cloud.
The vision that
pierces through,
a primal sky –
all over again.
Just the length
of one summer.
Until the next one.

Blue sky
busy in the morning.
My mind floating
like a white cloud.
The vision that
pierces through,
a primal sky –
all over again.
Just the length
of one summer.
Until the next one.