Poetry a nomad
Wanders as a spirit.
Never lost and always searching
The poet is a vessel.
Come inside me, plant your seeds,
I am open.
The mind a womb
The words the babies
I think the heart looks like a placenta.
a poet and artist
Poetry a nomad
Wanders as a spirit.
Never lost and always searching
The poet is a vessel.
Come inside me, plant your seeds,
I am open.
The mind a womb
The words the babies
I think the heart looks like a placenta.
donika emille