Breathe in the sky, breathe out the ocean,
o cloudy eyes,
o words unspoken.
Wisper the wind, set fields in motion,
away, grey skys,
sail blue, unbroken.
There’s light to find, and love to be spoken
About the Creator
Ashley McMahon
Aspiring writer, lackadaisical poet, disappointed idealist, formerly gifted child.
Trying to unlearn the lie of wasted potential.
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