Earthly think of me
as the unrolling mists
stepping out of the way, they grind
the warm fortune of unknown feet
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I’ve been weaving my voice to the dome of ash words and sad maybe a breathless curse, roundness of fired skies or simply ain’t I the foggy tears, my heart transmuted into dust good write with reality touches and the idea you expressed here is enough good and impressive as you did in other two peoms..means you have much abiliy to write good poetry..so better to add more and thanks for your sweet words.. like the way you write..well done..
sad and a tad painful articulated with special attention great job cheers