Poems from Mikala Kasin
The Words
drip onto the page like Candle Wax. . .
effortlessly flowing
from an endlessly burning wick.
The flame. . . of a soul too full
to...
The Words
drip. . . onto the page like Candle Wax
effortlessly flowing
from an endlessly burning wick.
The flame of a soul too full
to keep...