by DevonCrowKingwoonsocket, Rhode Island, USA
Jul 2015 321 Views 0 comments
Visions of Paradise
Four brown geese flying low,
Autumn chill and wing tip flow.
Visions of freedom
Ring through my head,
So close to walking
Away from the dead.
Yearning for love
And a breath of fresh air.
Away from the steel
With nary a care.
With the buzzing of gates
My heart doth pound.
The prison
My prison, is no longer a sound.
A sound within the mind of the dead
I will finally sleep in a warm sheltered bed.s
Autumn chill and wing tip flow.
Visions of freedom
Ring through my head,
So close to walking
Away from the dead.
Yearning for love
And a breath of fresh air.
Away from the steel
With nary a care.
With the buzzing of gates
My heart doth pound.
The prison
My prison, is no longer a sound.
A sound within the mind of the dead
I will finally sleep in a warm sheltered bed.s
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Posted: Jul 2015
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