Parked and parched, on an old wooden bench, and need water to revitalize, empower and quench.
Starting to let the bones heal from the drudgery and heat, as this one frozen moment radiates, from my head to my feet.
Tapping the bass of my body is akin to a dog wagging it's tail, for regulation of function sets the metronome to scale.
Relief from the pain is worth feeling beat..of pain's rhythm pulsating heat, while letting the body crescendo to a hydrated peak.
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Wonder & Wanderlust | Poetry of Roems
PoetryI didn't know the world I read everyday, had a back page, with links to other mediums, in this metaphorical manifestation of philosophical, poetical mischief. This is a collection of profound poetry experiences, exploring the internal, external, met...
