Poem: The Metaphysics of an Opus By Enotor Prosper
it’s pride of tearing through the soft of clouds; such cruel! How it pry opens a dahlia, an hibiscus, reaching into their core, the better part of them
it’s pride of tearing through the soft of clouds; such cruel! How it pry opens a dahlia, an hibiscus, reaching into their core, the better part of them