The window does not open
to destiny
It opens
to the fatigued face
of an old sun
To dust and grass
A nameless path
Birds flying
with shards of sky
in their beaks
Two desperate eyes
on their way back home
A swarthy despondency overcomes me
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
An absolutely brilliant,succinct, piece of writing, capturing a mood with an economy of expression.
Thank you Vijay!!
A brief glimpse of existential angst parsimonious in its rejection of poetic extravagance.
Thank you so much Louis!!
Succinctly powerful poetic expression
Thank You
Wow!
Thanks