Step lightly now
you downtrodden crow
As you eye
the day old dough
Cross the bar
and fly the coup
for who you are
is truly who
They that wait
for brighter things
only hesitate
for bells on strings
So draw the marrow
to thine beak
and shoot the arrow
as you speak
(July 28th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
