Flowing is the tide
to sink through the sands.
Faster in speed.
Slower in thought.
Decisive in action.
Tag: Poetry
A porcelain jar of skeleton keys
go to nothing,
lost their use in time.
The red sun rakes the grass, caressing the metal holding the hefty tabletop desk, where…
I gaze over Terra, beyond the boundariesOf the swaying tree lines and washing winds,that divide…
They crack the safes hidden in our portrait of communication. an intercourse of social science,…
