truth told, yet discreetly,
not to the judge, but,
heard by the prosecutors.
prospectors glare at oppositions,,
directly at the weak.
of course,
He stared at the She's,
Her glass,
eyes of brittle,
shatters like ice,
cold, and crippled.
YOU ARE READING
anthems
Poetrystories of generations, youth and ages collide. injustice of sorts, words should import, into mind, into heart. cruelly thought, wisely, input. old storage, new creations my piezas read, deeply, art. worldly antiques and word-ly innovations.
