poem by

thom zok

date 25th sept 2013

gracefully sweeping the sky -------------------------------------------decide that the trite will not stake the win it is build on top of hill the world is sweet perfection and the spars are spins no might without responsibility all have played until the sky is rocking sums are clumps in the airy world and anytime one strives for the girl young drought in ideas

will not capture smart masters and mistresses sombre distance has prize in the end one will match the missions it has more to catch life is full of wonders one just need to try and be gracefully sweeping the sky. ****************************