The bark of life is both rough and feral.
Artfully woven primitive creatures of peril.
The arc of light is awkwardly light beneath the
weight of darkness. Curving our sight with indigo
sharpness until the obsidian night is bright-blue
and starless. Dreams are not harmless and
thoughts can be heartless. Hate educates
conquest while love still remains
thoughtless.
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Kale Sinclair
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Comments (7)
I would love to hear your voice recite this; it's awesome with a slam beat. Bravo
Such a lovely poem. Well done!
Picture is nice. Poem is next level.
Wow this is a very deep poem! Nicely done.
Really amazing. You've really captured these feelings so well.
Stunning depiction! Wow.
Just wow.