High Writer At Home
Tell me of time
A part of sky to meet under
Wandering light
On the work when you were younger
And now, you've let go the good
And need to find a final high, silent
Skywriter at home
Lay on the ground
Begin to feel the comfort
Hard to the world
A fence to bound and climb over
And now, your voice enjoys a place
New and far from your old bind
Skywriter at home
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