Parsley, mint
taste healing
Tobacco
dead, fish reeling
Ginger like
Greed as green
growing mould
pleasure birthed
from paper folds
lonely sight
Little feed
breathes famine
hungers war
moral-banished
pool blood, high
One touch, bang
the bearer
lives, two ebbs
gone another
circled life
Kindling crack
snap gobsmacked
flint, steel, thwack
dirt air blackened
dance make night
Pastry, tea
four o'clock
pinky high
noontime is mocked
proper time
Little is
many ones
that only
make more to come
amplified
Ripple one
ripple two
meet when due
blur choice, greys, hue
No rewind
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Just A Girl With A Just God
PoetryLife................. There's no one way to explain it, but let me explain mine; I find it in Him.
