Tip Poem by Morawn Higgs
Tip
I am at the tip of existence
Feet on a small patch of ice, water on all sides
Nearly threadbare and time
Melting away my options, my soul yearning for wings or angels.
Saturday, June 1, 2013
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4/19/2024 12:43:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
my soul yearning for wings or angels. thanks, good write. I invite you to read my poems and comment.