Bend lyrics bond
Wrap down upon
these scattered lines
These thoughts of mine
Gold leaf grips
to iron green
covering all
eyes have seen
A simple stain
drawn in the pain
of all that our minds
beg in refrain
Dirt covers dead
And there they lie
little white flowers
in brand new eyes
Dress wore the weeds
Vines grew the thorns
The world ate the time
and we wear the scorn
(October 28th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry 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...
