Friday, April 16, 2021

Mountain by Soren Petrek

Cry at the sky, why don't you care?
Why can't I have a home up there?

Trapped and reaching every day,
the weather wipes my chance away.

Please let me dance in a harmless way,
gliding across the Milky Way.

My feet are trapped, my shoulders too.
I wish that for once, I could be you.

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