They crossed their hearts
and hoped to die
Rediscovering the long lost art
of trying and failing to fly
They were bound to the soil
forevermore sentenced to toil
Never soaring through the sky
or resting on clouds, way up high
They could cross their hearts enough
to escape from their bodies' cuffs
with all their might they might try
but they could only hope to die.
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Old Words
PoetryA collection (and selection) of my old poetry. If you want to read some of my more recent work, check out The Magic Of Poetry, An Abundance Of Haiku or Bright.
