Two Chairs...two friends?
It lurks there.
A suffocating,
Transparent fog
Creating a chasm
Between two islands
Like a rotting fish
Gaping insistently
Scornful and mocking
As I silently watch it create a gradually increasing distance between
Us
YOU ARE READING
Of The Soul
PoetryCalamity, joy, anger, zeal... The list goes on. Connotations follow connotations. Emotions ever-changing and quite as diverse as the colours of our skin. For years thoughts fly through our head. Quotes, poetry and words that can colour in our world...
