Poems by

The Welkin

a poem by Fokks

All away from the world outside
A thinking of mine deep inside
All the stars flickering above
With the moon as a curve
The aspiring source
For when I convalesce
The whoopings and the whit
They’re my day’s highlight
All away from the city light
Escalating my naught might
It’ll be moving clouds in azure
Me, it takes way more
All what’s there in the sky
Let it fly high