Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2012
A spark,
A mast,
Raised,
A ripple,
Stretched,
A fog,
Melting through,
The dirt,
Yells,
It pulses.
We pulse
Lark Porcenat
Written by
Lark Porcenat
647
     September and Lark Porcenat
Please log in to view and add comments on poems