yoonoos peerbocus - Skylark

Tiny bird, titanic sky
What a gift to your wing,
The immensity it gives to the sphere,
With nothing beneath
Save man and his petty thing.


Air borne cloud like
How you transcend passion gale
Feel free from nest and eggs-
Mine so sense heavy,
Could hardly fly outside me.

yoonoos peerbocus

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