A poem about souls and skylines.
Have you ever looked into the distance
and thought that there was an answer somewhere, right out of reach or on the tip of your tongue, if only you knew the question? I feel this a lot. What does it mean? What's the feeling of? I believe it's the soul's recognition of where it's meant to go, whether that's heaven or some other type of afterlife.
Read my poem below!
Listen to the relaxing music as you watch this video of clouds.
When I look out a window,
focus past the specks on the glass,
my eyes never aim
toward the skyline,
that crease, holding
the heavens to the earth.
Instead, I see a crag—
where the tree
through the seams.
And then I know
how our souls break free.
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