his face is the sky everchanging and always the same silver moonglow drips from his lips lightening echoes in his eyes his arms are the world deep brown earth warm enveloping me drowning me in his waters
i was just in "one of those moods" you know what i mean? Someitmes poems just happens, especially little drips like this one.
nice ,simple ,pure classic. Ever changing and yet the same-sky.....i wonder our life too is like this,dont u think so? very insightful line u had written.
nice ,simple ,pure classic.
Ever changing and yet the same-sky.....i wonder our life too is like this,dont u think so? very insightful line u had written.