"comtemporairies" poems
The trees of the field will clap their hands.
This is according to the Prophet.
Verdant pleasures provide reprieve.
Man is removed from the natural world.
Branches provide conversation.
Leaves provide shade.
Even the mud provides comfort.
Our castles provide false hope.
Our comtemporairies foolish wisdom.
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC