On timeline I start
finding the sun in darkness. The
pain has to come, but will not.
With whom I would
talk to arrange the full bodied
drowned truths in our hearts.
The silver barge cannot stand
in the cyclone-unheard.Collect the
handsome corpses of them who wanted to live.
Hello. A message to let..
Hello. A message to let you know I've dedicated a poem to you. It's titled 'Who are you?' and was created 3 days ago. I'd be curious to know what you think of it. Thanks.
The unusual structure of your
The unusual structure of your phrases increases the evocative power of the poem.
Starward