March 23, 2018

High

By therumreview

Once grabbed with a joy in your eyes.

Eagles soaring above the seas.

Light lent we followed highs, the nigh.

Bitter brevity a passing breeze.

 

Did you wrangle the bucking bull?

Still do you see what soars above?

Looks like the skies are full.

The heavens are out of love.

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