"underbelleys" poems
The night jars
Last mating hoot
Turned the levers of
The monstrous underbelleys
Of the flying dragons
To unleash diabolic fire
Enough to suffocate & destroy ,
Just as the
Last twinkling stars
Faded into the oblivion . . .
At that very moment
Behold the rising sun
Spreading joy & warmth
In the eastern sky
To the music of the brooks
And the beauty of mustard flowers . . .
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 2:09 AM UTC