My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
Gasping for a lung full
in seemingly stagnant skies.
No matter how one tries
it becomes a chore.
And the more you work
the more you’re sore.
You’d pass it along,
but it is all wrong.
And no one is left to inherit
when there’s no air apparent!
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2012
My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
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