I have heard my days
sing during my nights
fly through the sky
kissing the stars and
vanish in my backyard
after rocks fall on the
third shot of whiskey
when I told this to a friend
he said I was mad…
I did not tell him that he
lacked the imagination
to see life it its fullest
so sad….

Categories: Poetry

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