A dusty book
And strands of bones
Bellows reach me
Bingy hoes
Caravans across the sea
Cunning crooks
"Catastrophe!"
Daring kiddies at the docks
Dishing stones
But skipping rocks
Eloquent, a stone to throw
En route to babbling brooks []
YOU ARE READING
I Know Not Which Way I Go
PoésieWith my last breath, I will love you // Go forth and conquer the world
