Each man falls prostrate
before the city gates
as they open and close and fill the void
between the maza and dohta
where the shadows of shrieking crows,
falls.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Your Hands, Infinity: A Collection of Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry for the Soul, for the Spirit, of the Cosmos, and of the Universal, of the Divine and our Consciousness, of a Friend and a Lover, to open a window in the heart and set ourselves free. Having been inspired by many visionary poet...
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Each man falls prostrate
before the city gates
as they open and close and fill the void
between the maza and dohta
where the shadows of shrieking crows,
falls.
