cyclone of depression
soaks up happiness and-
burying my spiritual walls,
the smell of sin and evil
enter and motivates
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This time, the poet was old Large crevases were imprinted on his face He had the stare of a wolf The voice was scre...
emotion is palpable through the framework of your chosen genre...nice!
ReplyDeleteWow this is deep and very poignant caro
ReplyDeletethank you dear poetess
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