Saturday, March 30, 2024

Wring

 Did you ever think why how what

That arrow had flung there then

Into what direction a wind of those voices

Had thrown it


So pick, pick, pick, pry

These molecules for an answer

Just drop this arrow, no target

Pick and walk and drive


Perhaps no more wrung than a free tissue

What more do you ask

O dearest ones and little, need an answer?

Figure it out

No comments:

Post a Comment