Tag: words

Soul Sale

My soul is not for sale.

Cells are whirling. Balls are flying, Trees are snatched by the roots and tossed. I feel the race,
once again.

The winds change
I live in the lull
I sit in silence

No dream today
not yet

mind and body
push and pull

white sand and oil
smiles abound

Who are these teeth?

That SMILE