The Will And The Invisible Guide

Black rain pours Down putrid dark clouds Remorselessly afloat above the horizon Suppressing sneers Like revolutionary grim reapers. Evil bees over rotting castor oil plants, Hover, Gathering venom Every flower A soul eater Every stone A volcano And blade like tides Rise in the brackish sea And cut the coastal strands to and fro To and fro Below the trees Above the ground An ant carrying food will reach the anthill Arqum 31/12/2016Read more …