Friday 3 December 2021

When I rise

 When I rise 
I think of her
Who is almost six feet tall.
Such lovely hills
And blueish Skies
As I work
All my thoughts revert back to her.
What must I do
Who has long forgotten me?
What must I undertake
Perhaps send flowers to the sky,
And perhaps it will reach her way.

K.Oni

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