Author Information
Moments, draining, our poured out days
Folder:
Main
Moments, draining, our poured out days
Collect in corners our sinful ways
Proclaiming choice that often strays
Soul's discretion; sometimes not, sometimes obeys.
What bounds were set by laws of stone?
What limits tradition fixed in the bone?
With such few words, you disperse a lot of images, ways of thinking. A lovely read. It's hard to find good poetry, I think I'll come back for more.