the white gulls that weave

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 31, 2016

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Submitted: August 31, 2016



I stood to think I stopped to cry beneath a billion  nails hammerd into the  vastness of the night sky,I sat with a thought I kneeled with a sigh a piece of me began to ask why
i walked with heaviness' i ran with a weakness the earth was on fire and the old town was sleepless into the caverns into the deepness.
I swam in the sea with ships I collide I sailed untill sunrise was burning my eyes  I rowed upon an empty shore born from the fires deep within the earths core
i lay with a feeling of a warm summer healing the sun was so sore I could swear it was bleeding
I lay with a silence while the white gulls were weaving down on the banks where the slow tide was breathing .
so here again so here and now trying no to sink and drown let me take you,take you down......

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