Dec 2019
The damp world, slowly yet ardently wiping itself off
from the previous evening’s unannounced showers,
Blew a feathery breeze, kissing my skin with ghostly lips.
from the previous evening’s unannounced showers,
Blew a feathery breeze, kissing my skin with ghostly lips.
Looking back I realized that this is a good poem on its own. I know I ripped it from a previous poem.
