PoetryUntitled Poem Life is not dead within the smothered moment…. It is born… and you can feel it as every moment dies… Share this: Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Like Loading... Related
Though I feel I die.
I tire of this continual death.