Bare Trees

 



Bare trees

Cold

Stripped

Brown bones

Reaching sky ward

Unaware of there
beauty
even in there bare state.

I stare out into
the distance
vast cerulean skies
My head gets lost
in sounds
and details
scents..

Air how
does one go about
describing...
weightless
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breaths...

To breathe....
air in

to be in longing
to
become
it...

weightless
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breathless...

Cold stripped
bare bones
to reach
skyward
to be at peace with air..

To exist
as nothing
but
a
breath...

Pure
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air

gentle
breeze
rattling
cages
other
then my own.


cold
stripped
bare
bones
reaching skyward...
wrapping
me
in
gentle
ribbons
of
weightless
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air.


Drifting
back in
to reality
I chase
daydreams
from
mind.

I am:

cold
bare

stripped
bones

constantly rattled.


I reach skyward

wishing
to
be

weightless
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breathless

air.