365 Days of Poetry — Day 92

If only words were just as easy to speak as they are to write and read aloud; among the worried travelers upon the clouds, night-time dreams meet the rhymes of simplistic time, of people in places they’ve never been destined to see. Oh sky, you are full of all the hot air and burning stars, of hopeless thoughts and lands in minds too far apart. Be kind to me — to them — do more than stare into my eyes, but open them again.

— Brittany Rose


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