In The Sliver of The QuestionA Poem by mysticgmekeepr
Lying there
Like a withered thought, Bent and spineless where the winds Howl and blow Where the tall grass bows With its passing; And you listen to midnight On your knees Without resistance, Pondering and praising. None are promised The morning. We Slumber in the sliver of the question. © 2016 mysticgmekeepr |
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2 Reviews Added on February 9, 2016 Last Updated on February 9, 2016 AuthormysticgmekeeprOHAboutI am a woman and a child, an adolescent in an older persons shell, an ancient in a child's disguise, a mystery and a metaphor, opposites and contradictions, swirling waters and peace. more..Writing
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