I cannot travel within your hours
Your seagulls don’t resemble the ones I see
But your large perception
That eccentric, strong, silent swagger
Your words could sustain an ox
Regrow a thick pine that had lost its vigour
Your glory was thinking aloud
Thoughts floating in your frisky bearded smile
Reducing or enhancing all angelic cherubs
To appear like cheap Christmas decorations
Blessed is your heart
Your iris spit infects your ink
Leaving no defacement upon our common air
Though I have never folded your Leaves
And need not
Every line is cool - and that is okay.
ReplyDeleteNice work lad!
need not
ReplyDeleteto fold your leaves,
true, cool sentiments.
awesome job.
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powerful argument.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing.
:)
very cool writing, really enjoyed it
ReplyDeleteVery smooth! Nice, you have me convinced of every argument. Well penned!
ReplyDeleteErick Flores
You've got the flavour of him!
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