Point of view

Prickles on my neck

Strain in my eyes 

I am insignificant,

blue skies

A speck, 

Roaming wild

Lost in senses 

a Wide-eyed child 

Looking through coloured lenses

Reflected in my eyes 

Blue skies 

Insignificant specks 

With colorless eyes and

Yokes around their necks 


 

 

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SSmoothing In The Skies

Filled with flight, this poem sails among bleak clouds, the "Yoke" dazzling! - Stella