From the unscrupulous hem
to the delicate border of his brow
a man, seasoned, elegant
unyielding to his weight
no longer steel --
still harvested --
fully windowed by dawn (Reckless the path he chose)
Eyes half shut to swimming hues pushing,
crowding in his midst
Exhales in awe
Exits in awe
He knows, he knows
He’s still man.
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About Me
- Edi
- Herein, I will be sharing some of my poetry for your enjoyment/comments. I'm still finetuning my craft so as you read, listen with your heart and forgive my imperfections. Here's a little about me: I love to write, read, sing and watch the sky, and listen to beautiful music. I love to cuddle with my loved ones. I love quiet evenings and lengthy mornings, good food, great conversation and justice served.
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