Grasp The Future Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Grasp The Future



a future
a dream
a Soul
spleen:
I stretch my hands
high to grasp
the future
I grasp
then let go to see
what I have got
find airs
and gases.

Thursday, December 1, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: desire,future,health,life,love,night
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