Cultivation Of Whites Are Shouting Silently
echoed truths diving into the imagination of black holed crutches
you are actually a palm of future
vegetarian wishes on the face of darkened gongs
office full of wired relationship immature
play, play, play with gayed truths
nobody knows the truths of broken reality
outsiders holing the wheels of fortune
distance calls from the minesis oddesey
abyssed shrilled and fawled crushes on the cutting edge loyality to divinity
still cultivating the whites of silenced future
dawn
poem by Nyein Way
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
