Your feet on the ground,my head in the clouds,maybe we’ll find our piece of heaventhere,in the space between earth…
A one-line poem
I might look lean
Have faithbut see your owninconsistencies
Like an oil rig on weathered ground,sorrow drills through my epidermis…
Stand your groundunlessthe shaking meansits time to ascendto another level.
Invariably, all time is devolution,ground up and skies become magic devoted to…
In response to the March 11, 2020 one-line prompt