he climbs
no destination in mind
the journey, his freedom, his peace
he climbs further still
above the clouds
’til I am dust and he is sky
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
he climbs
no destination in mind
the journey, his freedom, his peace
he climbs further still
above the clouds
’til I am dust and he is sky
Wow, this is the shortest sad poem I’ve ever read. It’s blissful in a melancholic way.