May 2018
To the pale light
exit
Head first
Love in hand
Gasp for breath,
Cry,
Cloak in white
Wash and
The sins,
Forgive
A life anew
To start
exit
Head first
Love in hand
Gasp for breath,
Cry,
Cloak in white
Wash and
The sins,
Forgive
A life anew
To start
I'd like to think dying is birth. And birth is dying. Here is my shot at reversible poetry.
