The seeds that got no reads
Gone too soon
inscribed upon the tomb
like a shrine
to
our short time in the
reason and the
rhyme of the
season
to season kaleidoscope
into which
we
collide
Independent sign
into
Universal mind
Such a mysterious
design
So much unknown
in this
dwelling we call
home
In this dwelling
which
we
roam
Like a poem
So many poems
of
people
gone
never to roam
or
be roamed
Darkness
as
tome
***
Cipher
Poems
***
Powerfully penned, Cipher. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Great write.
Really like this Cipher…
Enjoyed this.
Outstanding piece man. Nice!