May 2017
Inadvertently
It slips to my realm.
Believe, I never wanted it so bad
To tickle stone of my shell;
To flow;
To be my well.
And it - the weather -
Having never been anticipated,
Bends, transforms
Into a weatherly incipient ******.
It slips to my realm.
Believe, I never wanted it so bad
To tickle stone of my shell;
To flow;
To be my well.
And it - the weather -
Having never been anticipated,
Bends, transforms
Into a weatherly incipient ******.
Jostling thoughts are ever so serene when I swim across the pages of this site.
