A Tree Called Impossibility
DEAD is a mighty shouting silence
when-like hills beg to become
MOUNTAINS is likeLove crippled
at fear's knees //life's greatest gift
sent away where summerNectar kiss
the newly b9orn Monarch//my beautiful
empty dream is fullWING as my heart
-----and bless my peculiar destiny
Here-where now I set beneath a tree
called I M P O S S I BI LITY
:: ~~ ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2016
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