"unfogging" poems
I intend not to have the faintest idea
That no leaf has swept away
No stone remain unturned
No fire blazed of trepidation
I seem to encounter the sensation
Almost as well-concerned as a tigress
I might be timid, inconsiderate for you
But why not declutter your chest?
Unfogging the future is structuring a clumsy log
Negotiations over present can't be disfigured...
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 10:06 AM UTC