Dec 2013
Mirrored concrete, no details,
Drops of rain, carried in trails,
Of footsteps, of therapy, in a retail
Disguise, while eyes of well dressed
Crows, glint with the glitter of the decor,
Shop for more, shop for more, evermore,
Evermore, for tomorrow it may be gone.
©DWE122013
Drops of rain, carried in trails,
Of footsteps, of therapy, in a retail
Disguise, while eyes of well dressed
Crows, glint with the glitter of the decor,
Shop for more, shop for more, evermore,
Evermore, for tomorrow it may be gone.
©DWE122013
Time to get serious about poetry, without getting serious, without making light,
But sharing, for I need a community, I have a home, I have a family, I have words, are they birds and take flight or rocks and take a different path, or just hot air balloons, destined for the moon?
But sharing, for I need a community, I have a home, I have a family, I have words, are they birds and take flight or rocks and take a different path, or just hot air balloons, destined for the moon?
