A little bit late, yet here it is – a poem of Isolation, as prompted by Robert at Poetic Asides at the regular Wednesday prompt this week:
*
And, then, again,
In perfect isolation
I go from guessing to believing
That faking is not killing.
Sweet and Bitter Stuff of Wonder
Brought to you by Mary K
A little bit late, yet here it is – a poem of Isolation, as prompted by Robert at Poetic Asides at the regular Wednesday prompt this week:
*
And, then, again,
In perfect isolation
I go from guessing to believing
That faking is not killing.