"lyptus" poems
Marbles made of sweet canes with a dash of cinnamon.
Varnished tresses of lyptus that bathed in the glow.
Petals that once knew the shade of heat.
Now sour, fade and bleak
in the face
of nature’s decree.
Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 9:35 AM UTC
I thought the moon
forever in the sky would always
be in the sky but then you
handed it to me gave it to me
on a silver platter it tasted
of sour pear and apple it filled
my mouth with
winter song and euca
lyptus
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 2:42 PM UTC