Whirling,
In a nightmare,
I awake.
Living
Subconscious,
In the unconscious
Hours of sleep.
A thought in me
Was eager
For: beauty.
Her face is:
A red apple,
With a juicy bite,
I realize.
Whirling,
In a nightmare,
I awake.
Living
Subconscious,
In the unconscious
Hours of sleep.
A thought in me
Was eager
For: beauty.
Her face is:
A red apple,
With a juicy bite,
I realize.
A midnight snack for an apple a day. – mh clay