Mother Sky
April 28, 2008
The sky is my home
a roof I won’t lose
In the torment of night the moon smiles softly,
the silver rays ease my heart, and
breathing feels enough.
the sieve and the sand
Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.
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