Undelivered
undelivered
I dont know where it begins but I do know that love weaves in
It is sometimes secret
Often like a cheeky mouse
Often an unwanted louse
It is secret
Secrets are great so long as you hold to the truth #
And sacrilege is drawn on our fields
And our hills
And our fountains that speak the global riot of nigh
is the strength of the beacon that rises within
within
within
and numb to the fragrance of the rose then?
Idolising an indifference
Interference
Woe
#Do not succumb to a beat box bud
Instead be a vibrance in a time of tune
An time of tune is needed and necessary in a tome of self
but a tome of self is often
solitary
solitary
like the spider spinning his web
Copyright © Taoi Chanan | Year Posted 2017
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