Query any poem you want.

faceless and loud, i probe the skies,

looking for light in a city of gloom.

a paradox is true when you look to the sea,

hoping to find a place where flowers will bloom.

a place with a smile, and two eyes to love,

far enough away to forget this depression.

with chagrin and a note of sadness do i admit the truth,

that the place i hail from has lost a blessing from above.

but in my heart i remember the warmth and compassion,

that never leaves me and burns steady and true.

a place where the children run free,

and the skies are always blue.

and one day i will find the valley,

where the dawn is a blessing.

a place to greet the morning,

with warmth and caressing.