DreamBirch Press
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Missing blue skies

Born where blues skies are laid back

I lived my early days with my sun hat 
The trees waved to me in the breeze
And she picked me up when I fell.
Now she watches over me from afar
She cries silently, gently when I fall
Hoping I will soon reach rolling hills 
Where the grass is green, hurt unseen.
I know a life where the seas are true
Where the birds sing, eyes so blue
She pats away the clouds...softly
I'll never be alone, she's my blue and green.
© GDC. 2017


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