Experience.A Poem by But,itis,theend
What exactly have I experienced.
Immersed in what. Close my eyes to hear. Close my eyes to touch. Close my eyes to feel Hands brush leaves Still young. Fresh earth that holds history. Snow flecked gusts Embrace my face. Struck tones near perfection Center in my dark. All resound, own Within. I am lost in each as though My soul requires it. An empire to see alone. © 2017 But,itis,theend |
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Added on January 8, 2017 Last Updated on January 8, 2017 Author
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