Sky Breaths

June 5, 2015
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You used to be living,
vividly on gray morns
catching butterflies between your wavering breaths
and aligning them with the sunrise.

The day used to be cynical
as you,
weaving suntinted skylines
ridden by sunbirds
bearing fresh tunes in their throats;

It wouldn't hurt a weary
to stop and squint
at skies so saturated
he'd trade them
for the concrete streets

he called home.

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ThePoeticJustice said...
Jul. 31, 2015 at 4:22 pm
very beautiful. I don't know how, but this reminds me of back when I was moving states the first time. it's very sweet. I'm not much of a critic, so I don't have anything bad to say. very good job
Izzy777 said...
Jun. 26, 2015 at 3:50 pm
This is so beautiful (: Short and sweet. your words are clear, and pure. I love it. Keep it up. Please, check out any of my poems. Would mean the world
Camomile_Addison said...
Jun. 19, 2015 at 7:32 pm
Your use of words are perfect, there's a fantastic use of imagery and symbolism! So many thoughts come through your words. Fantastic poem!
azure- replied...
Jun. 26, 2015 at 3:44 pm
Firstly, sorry for the late reply. Secondly, thank you for commenting. :3 Lol, I can never settle on one thought in a single poem.. ^^; Thanks a lot, Addison!
AmericaniumJ said...
Jun. 19, 2015 at 7:29 pm
I love this! I love how you compared the cynical to beauty. It was a very inspiring piece!
azure- replied...
Jun. 20, 2015 at 4:46 pm
Thank you, Americanium! Haha, I'm not so sure that I used "cynical" correctly... but I'm glad you liked it. Thank you for reading and commenting. :D
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