Twilight
The thorns of my soul catch on tendons
This machine I inhabit
This life I sculpt
My waves- Salty and harsh
A tempest- my temper crashing against the sandstone
That fragile sandstone that you are
My waves- Deep and lulling
An enigma- shaping the sandstone
The sandstone of your heart
And then I realise
I'm a puddle -10/10/18
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Broken Roses
PoesíaA collection of cerebral poetry dwelling on the highs and lows of the richness of life...
