Open Poetry #42 |
Kneeling Farther |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
The sunken soul, Sunken ground, Lions lounge with their paws Around my faces drawn crawl, And the sea doesn’t whisper, Doesn’t sip the shore anymore, It fades farther and farther, Limitless with a teal horizon, A tangent to the world’s cycle, An unknown I can’t decipher. |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Tomer, How many faces do you have. Or do you mean "face's". Bobby |
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