Poems from tadar.muhammad.7
Beyond the pier of sincere,
which left no bright i.d.eas,
loveless, forgotten, shores left upon beading visors,
theses lashes beat for...
On the way back where?-ward,
the tree's bark disfigured me out,
formed lips that mirrored my breath,
I wonder at what depth's do my words...
Sculpted from minerals and then the spirit flows, with- in the spears of the peers, the tools dissipate, prevaricate, or precipitate, Ooo...