Human Clay Poem by Tajma Hall
Human Clay
Rating: ★5.0
This whereby I fly
I come around
sometimes I have been so high
much less settled in
I know, more so rustled
since my time began
I rook, tis an evil pawn
rinse above this surface
I am gathering in these wings
stroke of having never luck
I am blessed more the so
for by my name
I am so called
the dust of wind
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4/17/2024 8:06:50 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A nice poetic imagination, Tajma. You may like to read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks