Real Mud Poem by Charles Lara
Real Mud
Wet
dark
deep
unrelenting
hole
of
haven
sighs
sinking
slowly
loving
more
desires
crucify
the
truth
to
Miles
with
a
trumpet
laced
with
gold
and
ties
of
playing
welcome
lines
of truth
and
moving
music
will
ever
bloom
in
open
light
reflecting
on
real mud...
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4/18/2024 4:49:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
i love it. bhamini :)