Choral Poem by Eva Polak

Choral



Where my fault is I surrender to love. Where my destiny lies the future comes next. Kites, demanding. Kites, demanding. It is up to slewing, maybe not, maybe yes. Eternity. Where my fault is the surrender comes. Chewly world, pretty world, real life is choral.

Tuesday, September 20, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: destiny,future,lies,world
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