Jan 31, 2019
Intensity expressed in claiming and owning.
The Smell of impermanence clouded with beauty
cleanses my senses.
Brings me back to the ground.
Fills my lungs with dirt.
One and the same with earth.
In circles round and round.
I am lost.
Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.
Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.
