Saturday, November 28, 2015



The Fetid Garden Of My Despair


Tiptoe gently through the fetid garden of my despair
Everything blooming here is for you to view and inhale
The colors of my torment shine bright  
Against an azure sky wafting clouds of nothingness 
Here you will find hello and goodbye
All that came to pass in between
Hurry up and take your fill
Before it rains ecstasy. 

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