Tags

, , , , , , , , ,

I’m finally older than the thorns.
And stronger than the day I was born.
I’ve found my swan song.
And a reason to not be long.
The fragrance of my kindred is being inhaled.
While slowly my spirit is impaled.

by Tokoni O. Uti. if you’ve liked this post, please like, follow or comment. Thanks!

Advertisements