Tuesday, September 25, 2018

poem of the day September 25


How deep does it go
when a mere whiff of a fresh cloud
gets lost in the mental confusion
found in the uprooted bones of chaos?
Does it floats over the marrow
like a lost sparrow
consuming places within the deepest soul?
I don't know how deep the water is
but I believe all journeys shallow or deep 
begin with the first step of your inner toe

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