Predestined #70 of 365 Poems
“predestined” said a whisper crawling on night’s blemish still stuck on the curtain despair plays in an infinite loop in man’s finite existence the lamp balances itself in the light it emits in between flickers the grass is growing where the hair needs to grow in covered silence it is not a day where you can unveil something new frogs, foxes, bees, snakes and a … Continue reading Predestined #70 of 365 Poems