kiss sentences by the hand
the dull draws back your divinity
believe this domain in whole
I've manufactured the words in total command
this is the faithful end of this journey
I hope you'll understand
inspired rapt in pages always sung off note
greetings from my brain
to the last page of this work
YOU ARE READING
Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
