misty columnsA Poem by Simon Welshwe'll leave somedayblue sky whistles dreaming of starry whispers think we found a way to turn the horizon the colour of the fading sun take a piece of the morn and embrace the dawn shake off the chill there's beauty outside of slumber bluebirds sing of things we'll never see knowing there is no way trapped in these city streets but we'll leave someday
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