"outslick" poems
As the new dawn
glimpse over the rotten conurbation,
hope arises with auspicious smile
Rays of sunlight
beaming her serene countenance
right before the grimes and ashes
of her horrendous past makes its way;
Annihilating the permanent damage
the besmirch had caused.
Because one can never outslick
the twinge of affliction.
But,
'Today is a good day'.
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC