Thick thoughts rush:
swiftly blurring words
that shatter softened skies.
Blindly leaking stars,
dispel the harmony
of a halcyon life.
Balance stems from
the perennial growing
of rosy diction.
The past holds meaning
and the future is leading
to a resilience in being.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 2:39 AM UTC
