If the buzzing of flies
at the moment one dies
drowns out the wailing cries,
one has lived many lies,
twisted the lows and highs,
mistaken what’s a prize,
or, maybe, died too wise.
the !n(tro)verted yogi
nomadic, poetic, and sometimes ascetic
If the buzzing of flies
at the moment one dies
drowns out the wailing cries,
one has lived many lies,
twisted the lows and highs,
mistaken what’s a prize,
or, maybe, died too wise.
Interesting verse. I liked the sound of your words. #henhouselady
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Nice. Thanks and much appreciated for sharing
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