Limits (the Sky)

Need

By: the iHope Poet

Kissing the moon with teardrops

Lingering on my lips.

Reaching the stars,

Glancing the clouds, 

Falling down with the rain.

Twilight is quickly fading;

When did the end begin?

Trying to breathe,

Failing to see,

Life will not wait for me.

Maybe our last tomorrow

Is lost in the setting sun,

so All that I am

and Wanted to be is

Struggling to remain. 

Soon, I'll have understanding.

Now is my time to learn.

but Touching the sky

and Grasping the world

is Not what I truly need. 

Not really what need. 

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