Tidings

by on July 30, 2017 :: 0 comments

Efficiency of the memoriter ingress
allows you to come calling as easily
as another niggle of myself. Rain hits
upon me, in doing so it robs me of
my right to say, No. This is Nature’s
way, kowtow or kaput. Ocean, an
oriel away gurgles and giggles to
share finespun specks of its latest
amour. I listen: it leavens.

editors note:

“kowtow or kaput” – couldn’t have said it better. Thanks, Sanjeev! – mh clay

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