I dont have a way with words -
I have a path.
I wander and stumble and get lost.
My words are brittle, my thoughts shallow,
All I can do is wait for beauty
To protrude,
Make it proliferate,
Nurture its infection,
Cater it with my soul
Till it's big like a war machine
And woven to the world
And ingrained in the mind-
An echo from the battered shores,
A scrap of human experience
Turned into germs of future life.
YOU ARE READING
Petals of Dusk
PoetryHere are poems I collected for you, as a lousy bouquet of words, of tears and smiles, of thoughts and feelings, of yearning and resentment - I don't know if they will reach you, yet I feel like my heart and soul needed to be poured on those pieces o...
