WET ELLEMENTSA Poem by Wayfaring stranger
Dramatic weather
Wet hair in cold wind Drops of dawn -shadows In tearing skies Living meditation On edges of cliffs I am moving Into--falling---falling I can break surface of cold sea I can swim through the white waves Around the shores Where are children graves Broken foams Are covering me I feel like the BJORK In----unravell © 2019 Wayfaring stranger |
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Added on April 24, 2019 Last Updated on May 2, 2019 Author
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