Once And then again Like the folding of the sea Crashing Endless Rhythmic dancing Surging In the motion With a roar
By James S2 years ago in Poets
Monkeys on typewriters Writing up my life Randomly hitting keys Leaving me in strife Some days they write a comedy Some days it is a mess
The wind took your hair like a flag And you twirled Until you were dizzy Falling down I heard you laugh Looking up at me
I was Dropped Shattered Broken Then repaired Like a kintsugi bowl With golden seams You are my gold The glue of my existence
