The Sky In Liverpool

Poem By gregory collins

There ain't no telling
if the clouds know about
the rooms behind the sun
or if underneath a leaf
i will one day tell someone
i love them
like euphoria
learning how to kneel
and now entertains us
falling off
when you hit the ground
like an angel.

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