My Arms Too Short To Dig That Deep Poem by mifael llauderes
My Arms Too Short To Dig That Deep
On the floor a thought is spilt,
Into a crack
Onto the dirt,
And seeps into the suckling roots,
Of warring plants, of parched earth;
Don't quench your thirst,
With effluence of pride..!
Lest you grow a vine from waste;
Through which a fruit is ill derived
A vile and rancid wine it makes..!
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: responsibility
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