Friday, 30 June 2017

Inside My Mind

Inside My Mind

A poet’s music.
Dare I say,

Fresh air-
a body’s sweet liquor.
Free for all to whom
may get drunk.

Breeze makes the
nipples hard and
hair on the arms
stand sharp.

Sun playing hide-and-seek
with the trees
seeks solace in the
magnitude of this world.

This is what one
craves to do
on their day off:
to Live.