The flesh of clouds
Ate up our sunny day
As we rolled down
From the hilltop cemetery –
Earth was born here.
The world of butterflies
Fell way behind in the blur,
We paved a muddy road
Through the jolted sunshine.
Another song of breeze
Gave us paper-wings.
And we got high –
Up in the starry sky,
We had lost
Our fractured limbs.
YOU ARE READING
From the Other Side
Poetry"I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world." Poetry, anyone? It won't cost a penny, I assure you. I bring poetry from distilled tap water f...
