Every road
inclined
as weighted
days and
weighted limbs
collide.
Children
scurry through
his minds as bright
as the morning
sun.
Eyes of piercing
certainty
truth and grace
embrace these
last scenes
and hold them in his
mind like
luke warm
wine.
3 comments:
great one roger,
i really enjoy the 1st, 2nd and last stanzas. good rhythm and flow...
one question - did you wrote the piece to the photo or found the photo to the words?
Hi I wrote it after finding the picture.
Pleased you liked it.
Hi I wrote it after finding the picture.
Pleased you liked it.
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