Life's a breath,
an existing I am
thoughtless as death
air's reservoir trapped in a dam
An effortless floating cloud
gift from a distant star
dust's vibrations ploughed
circle near to far
Dancing death plays tag
without fuel of thought
sans white flag
What it is, you got
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Online)
- Published: May 7th, 2024 02:32
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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