when the darkness died
i sought in thunder what the light denied it wasn’t pretty when the darkness died i sought a desert where the rivers ran to a wider ocean than mankind could span i found no purpose…
i sought in thunder what the light denied it wasn’t pretty when the darkness died i sought a desert where the rivers ran to a wider ocean than mankind could span i found no purpose…
Some paintings stored in my locker. Klaus J. Gerken is on Facebook. Contact him on kgerken@rogers.com and read latest poems in Ygdrasil – a Journal of the poetic Arts.
Can I be odd? I don’t want to be a fraud And appear normal! Normal’s a word That can be absurd Dressed up too formal! I shudder to hear With a tinny tin ear That…