Paper boulders wash
up on the shores
of my feet.
Discarded contemplation,
no longer lingering
on pristine white.
But gives metaphors for
reflective meanings,
another falls, washed up words.
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
Paper boulders wash
up on the shores
of my feet.
Discarded contemplation,
no longer lingering
on pristine white.
But gives metaphors for
reflective meanings,
another falls, washed up words.
