Reference
Jul 10, 2017 · 1 min read
Feet planted firm
on the ground,
eyes roving the skies, I
drift unmoving
through the tides
of humanity
hurrying on intents,
purposeful bents
strapped under the clouds
scudding past the tree
twisted over a tin roof
darkened by the sanity
I see in the flowers
braving the passing calm,
eye of the storm.
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