Breeze come take me find me a new place to roam love come make me travel too far from home blue in the eyes of sadness green to the promise I pray brown to the dirt that found me before I was formed in clay you the hand that binds me to the better side of this day please please find me before the end comes my way











hello dearest Bat so good to see you I feel you on this write complex with feeling ❤️
Thank you Crimsin
Powerfully penned, Bat. Excellent write with amazing imagery my friend. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you Damian
Sounds like a cadence call while traveling through the forest of concrete. How we can get lost so easily even when we know where we are. Our heads are balloons, they break free sometimes.
Tight rhymes within this little gem. Great read, Bat.
Thank you Styxian, They are really like balloons i agree!
Bat