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High In the Sky
I often wonder what it would be like
to fly high in the sky just like a kite
soaring above the people below
being higher than mountains covered with snow,
Being higher than mountains covered with snow
soaring above the people below
to fly high in the sky just like a kite
I often wonder what it would be like.
No Escape
Locked in my prison cell made of skin
there is no escape I am trapped within
death is definitely the only way out
of this I am sure without a doubt,
Of this I am sure without a doubt
death is definitely the only way out
there is no escape I am trapped within
locked in my prison cell made of skin.
John Mcleod
Author Note: I have looked forward to having this page where people can recieve honest oppinion regarding their work. Sometimes, whether we think we need it or not, it is good to be told exactly what people think about our writing. Some other sites offer what is meant to be 'Honest Critique' but in my experience it is mostly a sham, most of the people are too busy praising each other and patting each others backs instead of really saying what is on their mind.
So, having said that, feel free to say whatever you want regarding these two morsels of my imagination.
Good or bad comments will be treated the same and I will certainly take no offence.
John
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