Direction
it was the roses
that kept him going
crimson petals
and cinnamon scent
the wreath
full of thorns
with ink blood
tattooed to his crown
a garland of nettles
propelled his feet
as he took the lonely walk
away from the crossroad
17th August 2021
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2021
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