Devoid of life: all in his wake.
Evolving us from living things,
Adorning us with angel wings? Or,
Turning the tide from life to death,
Heaving us- brutally, choking our breath?
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Devoid of life: all in his wake.
Evolving us from living things,
Adorning us with angel wings? Or,
Turning the tide from life to death,
Heaving us- brutally, choking our breath?