The Tent

I’m seeking shelter in the tentWoven from hanks of chaosThat tours the heaven now Bathed in its sheen The cloth ripples my cutsEnfolding me in solaceOf blurred balance and spaceUntil my legs nudge the corners. In the darkness devoid of shadows To haunt me with lies and truthsI float between them in symphoniesStrung with memories out ofContinue reading “The Tent”

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