Something amiss
Goes awry, twisting
True lights
World to world;
While
I see
Falling beams,
Whisking dark nights
I needle
My thoughts
Blunt;
Threading my nights
Rigging and picketing
Roping my heart
To my last ebb
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
A compact and intense literary work.
So much thanks dear Vijay Nair Sir. I always pine thy treasure trove of comments … a real booster and an honour too…
Naman _()_