Hither to thither and blather to bone.
Watch the tone…
Angry air sprites!
Blight!
Of ten thousand
Little doves
Cooing at purple profiles
Standing against the sunrise.
Watch as posture fades.
Withhold angry decisions.
Apologize on Tuesday
For inherently it has no value.
A refined poetic imagination, A. J. Binash. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
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Beautiful poem. Melodious. Rhythmic. Beautifully imagery.