Like ghostly white pollen, caught in frail motion,
no conscientious choice of movement
to guide its crippled form
I am
slipping into a limbo
|
Like ghostly white pollen, caught in frail motion, I am slipping into a limbo Feel free... Its the best feeling there is...Comments
|
|
|
Our sites: Stories, Critical Poetry, Old Poetry, Quotes, Philosophy, Journals, Role-playing. © Social Design Poem History:
| |