- A cup of coffee when the sun blooms,
looking outside my window- watching the disappearing glooms.
I think to myself, " Do gods ever follow a ritual?"
"Or is it unintentional to hurt the innocent individuals?"
YOU ARE READING
This simple, complicated life.
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote when thoughts overwhelmed me.
ritual.
- A cup of coffee when the sun blooms,
looking outside my window- watching the disappearing glooms.
I think to myself, " Do gods ever follow a ritual?"
"Or is it unintentional to hurt the innocent individuals?"