A few things
I wouldn’t mind happening
Inevitable, the end
As with every other movement
We’ve discussed about the universal expanse
And at which expense
Be finding truth
Burn the leaves that
Buried me
Nourished though unintended(ly)
Kept moist and warm
Presumably high and dry
Against elements
Otherwise
What’s spotless
Is meaningless
After a couple of decades
There’s no pain greater
Losing years
In a day
danDAman 