Girl sleeping on the grass
Love

Going Ashtray

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Going Ashtray

I don’t feel like writing poetry today
For the poet inside of me is dead.

But I feel like dreaming eternally
For the life inside of me is awaken.

I don’t feel like singing my lyrics anymore
For the birdy in me is asleep.

But I feel like watching the sky forever
For the birds do play oh so well in the sky.

Christa


 

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