Saturday, February 13, 2016

FOLDED ARMS



A thunderstorm, roars
Ripples in the skies

An unruly wave, creek
The narrow inlets of the darker den

I draw penchant
Fighting the mighty dark

I taut my strength
Marrow to my bones

Here I go, to redeem
Arrow of my love

I subdue the mast of mountainous crest
With a cusp of my folded arms

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