Grook Poetry Pulse
Moon wax drips words as light inspires
Shall we seal the wax with our soul before we expire?
We are all half-human, half-death
Shall we generate a genesis of a poetry pulse empire?
February 12th 2016
Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016
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