Directions Poem by Kawa Karpo

Directions



I rode on a hideous wind
It blows and blows

South is open as free of summer
North is close as ice of winter
West is controlled in future’s tune

But east is only who speaks
To his own way in front
As I rode on a hideous wind
But it stops on
The way I gone

Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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