Toni

May 27, 2017
12:06 pm

Toni

There is no where
to hide when clouds
disappear and my thoughts
run with tornadoes
and
summers seems
orphic
and
sirimiri becomes peace
while
sleepless nights masquerade
into selcouth spahallolalia
and
I can't stop
this eunoia
about you

Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker