Out
Ether’s 88 where ya going
Behind her locked gate
Caught shy my freedoms
My baiting the idioms
My came from extensions...
Is it ever too late?
Going easy with tumbleweed
Boarding space beyond dreams
Rejecting all cultural greed’s
And creeds the world bleeds...
Is it ever about beauty creams?
Vapour your gate
It’s never too late
Open your mind
Be kind
Tumble me
Shine!
Copyright © Dennis Broe-Ward | Year Posted 2014
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