If you look up do you
see the same sky
or from your side
of the world is it
not that high.
Is it dark or a clear blue
are you alone or is
there someone
there with you.
Though we may speak
a different tongue
we all remember
what it was
like to be young.
When worries were
an innocent distraction
from lives otherwise
filled with satisfaction.
But as we get older
problems seem to increase
until they get so bad
and threaten the peace.
So, take a second
look at the sky
and imagine how good
it would be to fly.
It’s genuine and totally a different aspects to life and problems. Keep writing and continue inspiring
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Thank you and I will do.
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I love this poem..
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Thanks
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