We wrapped these dreams
around the broken arms
of an elm in shade
and starlight beams
And watched our better
and distant milky ways
Gather our fortunes
and quietly leave
Like a peddler selling tonic
and moving from town to town
We let our passion buy in quick
without first settling down
By the time we understood
the dilemma of life, it was too late
The fisher of fools cast his line
and we had taken the bait
(August 4th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoésiePoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
