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 ( Offline)
- Published: May 7th, 2024 02:32
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments5
There really cannot be any end to it, but who knows what that process is (if any).
Thanks Dave appreciate the review and comment.
Since when was KP alive? She might be a mummified botox statue by now. lol.
Thanks Orchi appreciate the read check KP's pulse
Beautiful
Thank you Alan
Powerful work.
Thanks Thomas I appreciate the review
That life's breath is with us all and will be everlasting soren.
Andy
Thank you Andy a wonderful thought. I appreciate the read and comment.
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