reflections and back
from the potters ground angels surface
stretching their newfound wings
and joining the early morning choir
fear not the voices inside your head
they’ve been put there for a reason
moon and stars will eventually fall
from an endless watercolor sky
once filling your expanding mind
july two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
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this one really resonated with me!Terrific poem!
Thanks so much, Sofia.