O, sky!
How you do rest above me
Boundless and free
While I
Remain under your throne and a sigh
Escapes my sad lips, for am I to be
Bound-ful and free-less, see
How I cry, o, sky! How I cry


Ah, but why do you cry?
Thou may not be me
But surely thou can fly
The hidden key
Rests in the eye
Of the winds I blow to free thee.


*A poem I published elsewhere and just wanted to share here*

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A Mind Like No Other

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