Sunday, October 8, 2023

Kiss the Sky

Excuse me, Jimmy.

I managed to maintain.

Reasons or excuses, I still pressed forward.

Taking your advice, Evey step of the way.

Excuse me, Jimi.

I smell a wildflower.

I can open my mind (now).

My parents are divided.

One dead, one in an emotional jail.

I am the only one free to

Kiss the Sky.







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