Monday, October 24, 2016

A Sensitive (poem)

A Sensitive


A mere emergence
And the world is contentious
In the clickety clack handmade
And remorseless lying
I’m recoiling in definements
Of unknowns and knowns.
When realized
A life without oaks
And their surety
Would be meaningless


©Expressions by Christine 10.24.16

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