You once asked How could my heart be broken? And I danced around your question. Such a rigid question, Truely a dart of a question, Penetrative, a withering enquiry. And you alone know fully Why you reasoned so. I pondered, I postponed, You postulated, You received. I remember How you looked, When I gave you Your answer. I gave you our answer. Fell a tree Then you will see. © 2018 Christopher Thompson Written in England 29-07-18 Rush Poetry Started 6.35pm Finished 6.57pm
PRYDERI – Emphorius View Of Life Written Large
Views from the Stream of Consciousness, with some Statements of the Bleedin' Obvious.
