Poems from Cyan
Blue.
The sky is Blue.
I can hear the Birds.
Off by the shore.
Hopping from Tree to Tree.
as their chatter is carried across the soft...
When the wind blows
the leaves scatter
they fly
Beautifully
Only to land again
amongst the rock and earth
to sink into the land
and to be...
whenever you think,
you should be dreaming.
whenever you walk,
you should be flying.
whenever you speak,
you should sing...
I’d like to think I have a place for wings
For all who fly
For all of hope
Rather than a base for chains For all who fall
For all of hate...
It isn’t easy
For one to write about one’s self
Perhaps because one watches others
And doesn’t carry around a mirror at all hours of the...