To Be Like the Koalas
An abstract piece of something.Each second in passing my mind conveys A shroud of shadows, a dreary haze To spry minds a distinction so stark A harbinger of an inevitable dark Though murkiness approaches, ever so near My vantage remains, abiding and clear Primordial clouds configuring from naught Contour into storms of renegade thought This ubiquitous flurry envelopes me so Chiding the worries calling below Hushed by lullaby, content at ease Unable to...