26 Sep
Life is a beautiful flower
So effete in it’s fragility
It’s course sways
From sweet to sour
Fellow travelers unite
Temporary flocks
The storms rain red
Troops rupture overnight
Loved from a distance
Alone in the crowds
Skin’s separation
Flaws this existence
Riding the crimson waves
Playing with the BIG gin
I haven’t won yet
Still girded to my cave
Filed under Poetry, in the year 2011/Print Post