And when you find all the little pieces,
scatter them back to the winds…
For they are the hearts of bohemian wanderers,
who find themselves in the sky.
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The tides rose with reckless abandon
stretching the waves of the sea,
to touch the dark skies…
its salvation on earth.
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Be kind to broken skies…
for they hold tears
of shattered hearts
Be kind to broken skies
for they bring light to the dark ,
just to heal you.
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You flew,
without sound
with the wisp of the cloud,
in the crisp morning air,
against the blue skies,
forgetting all the whys
of yesterday.
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When I found love,
the clouds drifted in the breeze,
the morning smiled with ease,
and I whistled with the trees.
When I found love,
the first light,
kissed the skies,
answering all my whys,
leading me,
to you.
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Under this silence of the skies,
let your heart speak,
for it knows not the diplomacy of the mind,
when it asks the stars,
about love.
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And some days…
she mused with the skies,
Writing poetry,
in between the branches of life.
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