Worldly riddles have slashed it down,
Puffy questions have knocked it cold,
With each breath, still my wounded heart makes a pilgrimage to my soul
Sunday, 6 September 2015
"Web of Wishes"
I wonder
with those
Strain causing
puzzles
and
nonplussed
questions
of
life
Ifs
When
Why
Which,
How
and dateless buts
The sprightly-eyed
and bushy-tailed
Wishes' Buds
grow vigorous
and young......
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