Sometimes
we may throw
Whatever
it is we can
And
hope one-foot lands
Abandoned
by pride
A
lioness licks her wounds
Until
their scents form
Bouncing
place to place
So
much time remembering
All
the faceless names
A
soft decay rots
Attracting
quite the crowd here
All
from a crumb lost
I didn't know you tried writing in this form. This is a nice set, specially the last one.
ReplyDeleteThe first one really stuck out with me. It is true just have to dive in feet first and hope you hit something, not falling on your butt and cracking your head wide open. Nice image there huh?..haha
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