WORSHIPA Poem by Rene Velez
It was viewed from a distance
on the hubble of expression blowing creatively through a straw, monkey wrench for monkey scratch gemstones and shallow graves lay still in the echoes of ancient hymns where bonfires burned for mother and equinox earth colors by cold embers beading constellations where the flames bow to an end and village stories begin. © 2015 Rene Velez |
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Added on April 14, 2015 Last Updated on April 14, 2015 AuthorRene VelezNew York City, NYAboutPoetry... what else needs to be said? [email protected] more..Writing
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