The Day I Ran Away
Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Monday, January 27, 2014
Siber
Roundhouse hefts of frozen flay
Awake, astonish iris bright as
Azure, open gaping crater steals,
Ravishes away breath puffs and mind
Leaves only moment, being.
This
and Here
and what is Now?
and I and All
and nothing is the same.
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