That was thenand now it’s overall that was is gone for good—the honey days and stinking cloversdrifted by as well they should. Now time trickles slowly byforming spikesand stalactitesin that frozen caveyou call your heart. That was thenAnd now it’s overthere’s no more...
My poem ‘The Night Before Doom’s Day’ has been published on Spillwords.com . Many thanks to the Editors for the selection. I am honored! This poem is the first in a trilogy I wrote about our Corona days. Watch the #spokenwordpoetry video of this poem...
Day Dreaming
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