Boomerang
all being one, what we exhale
becomes the breath, which we’ll inhale
of no avail is our excuse
as of seeds sown, we pay our dues
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2023
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment