There’s hunger in us, everywhere,
In every type of soul;
A longing for another life,
A different touch, or role —
So scatter leavings on the path
That someone might devour:
That’s why I clutter up your feed
With poems
Every
Hour
There’s hunger in us, everywhere,
In every type of soul;
A longing for another life,
A different touch, or role —
So scatter leavings on the path
That someone might devour:
That’s why I clutter up your feed
With poems
Every
Hour
You may indeed write every hour
but I don’t read the lot
there’s only so much to devour
or I would lose the plot!
I lost the plot years ago. I think. I’m not quite sure…
Your poems are like chocolate bonbons, you can’t stop until they’re all gone.
Thank you…
You’re welcome. ❤️