"frocking" poems
Lofty trees, far
grown grasses, in between
I looked upon
no birds, no stars , no clouds
Only void welkin
I traipsed, little further
three sluggish miles
*** relaxing, nearby
I looked upon, anew
birds, stars, moon, sun
all were there, frocking
But I was lost, somewhere
I was burning, deadly
And so deeply that I still
Can sense it's fervid in me
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC