Friday, September 7, 2012

The Incomplete Poem


I have crossed oceans, to find my answers,
To realize them taken by the skies…
I am deceived by nature; you didn’t tell me how to fly.
Soaked wet I came out, dried and glad by you sun,
But you couldn’t help but burn me, as that is what you do
So I run on endless deserts of plenty sands…

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