The sun is a splintered fragment.
The sky is a bright blue vault.
All the clouds are absent
And it's all the winds fault.
The vastness is torment
The air thick and flat
Of infinite extent
That I can only stare at.
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An Emporium of Poetry
PoetryMy collection of poems from 2014-2019. A mixed bag of: Nonsense Responses to strong emotions And of course -Magick!
