“”
nimble wave
of
satin sound
wafts over blank thoughts
as autumn embers
carry
on silent wings
if
age could annotate,
clouds
would read as revelation
a story
fate,
innumerable of every
date
whisper spurs
deluge élan
inciting
blitzkrieg
on the shattered cities
of my heart
-l.a.
No comments:
Post a Comment