Sonnet © 2020 Matthew de Lacey Davidson
An apology goes a long way
We are not doomed.
We may well be determined and we may be defined but we are not definitive and we won’t go on…
See Me. Feel me. Touch me. Heal me.
The crowds seemed more numerous than the trees of this jungle, causing dust to fill the mist. It’s a peculiar thing to find a peasant…