chasing lies and laxity,
dread followed those highs: deadness.
fertile fields my sovereignty,
spoiled by a drunken redness.
street smart and known, ignorance
kept me from ever knowing;
i called it a hinderance
and found it’s Love that’s chasing.
-Gary Edward Geraci
- Author: Gary Edward Geraci ( Offline)
- Published: February 2nd, 2019 13:17
- Comment from author about the poem: Written in the form “Ae Freislighe” (ay fresh-Lee). It’s Love that does the chasing...
- Category: Love
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Comments1
A fine write Gary.
Many thanks Big O!
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