In Flow

Poetry

D Abboh
D Abboh
Aug 12 · 1 min read


It rains, it pours, water — falls.
Fires rage, bridges burn, ash — is the taste.
We linger on, spirits encased in human form.
Evolving — devolving, do we ever learn?

D Abboh

Written by

D Abboh

Hey there I'm D. Writer/Poet/Mother - I know a little Tai Chi, but my Kung Fu is weak - beautifully flawed Email:dabboh76@outlook.com

D Abboh

Written by

D Abboh

Hey there I'm D. Writer/Poet/Mother - I know a little Tai Chi, but my Kung Fu is weak - beautifully flawed Email:dabboh76@outlook.com

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