Cinquain 89 Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

Cinquain 89



empty
stripped asylum
buildings in which the moon
wanders through distortions of dust
and dark

Saturday, November 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: human condition
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sofia Kioroglou 21 November 2015

Luvz it! A very beautiful poem! Good ink

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Charl JF Cilliers

Charl JF Cilliers

Cape Town, South Africa
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