A sonnet for solace from a solitary soul.
Sum our days, sum our nights.
The flights of the kites waver; shift in height.
The sun shines bright over a cloudless sky.
Eruptions of laughter; youthful delight.
Warmth soothes souls while epidermises fry.
Have they forgotten to apply sunscreen?
Scorching UV rays may limit their days.
It's just too bad the future ain't foreseen.
No time for formalities, sol's ablaze!
The moons now ascending over the sky.
It's 'bout eight o'clock, it's almost twilight.
What a day, my oh my, how time does fly!
I'll flap my wings, and take flight in to night.
My days are unpredictably numbered.
I find peace living free; unencumbered.
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Lindsay A. Harvey
Hi there! My name is Lindsay. I'm an Austin,TX based multi-media artist (poetry, music, visual art). I believe self expression through art makes the world a better place.
"You say you want a revolution? Well, you know..." -GPJ&R
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