Wicked Veins Poem by Riano Harp

Wicked Veins



Wicked veins, impetuous youth
Gossamer blood rots my tooth.
Wicked veins, impetuous youth
Hide me on the melting roads!
Ever faceless, blackness in ties
Ash of a grandfather clocks flies,
A dying cuckoo in the wood cries;
Wicked veins, impetuous youth!
Hide me on the melting roads!

Friday, February 3, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love,nature,time,youth
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