قصيدة Because You Asked about the Line Between Prose and Poetry
Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle That while you watched turned to pieces of snow Riding a gradient invisible .From silver aslant to random, white, and slow
Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle That while you watched turned to pieces of snow Riding a gradient invisible .From silver aslant to random, white, and slow
Two universes mosey down the street .Connected by love and a leash and nothing else Mostly I look at lamplight through the leaves ,While he mooches along with tail up and snout down
Theseus, if he did destroy the Minotaur ,(It's hard to say, that may have been a myth) .Was careful not to close the labyrinth