"consinder" poems
talent
I peered upon the clouds
I drive through the ocean of talent
I sat on the stage
I sank the expresses of talent
I relish the cliff of talent
I consinder the lands of talent
I rush toward the cliff of talent
I stayed on the stage
the stage became me
the commander of talent thumped my spirit
in the end I withdrew.
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 7:02 PM UTC