Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Posted on September 6, 2019 by Mabh Savage
The world creaks
I stand on my step
Suddenly unsteady
As if I felt
The planet
Tilt
Wind teases
Rain taunts
Something is growing
Beneath
The earth warms
The sky cries
And the world
Creaks
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