i’m living as a sieve
a bucket brimming with sand
until the rice and ashes
slip through the fingers of the hand
Leave a comment | tags: ashes, blank vitae, bucket, fingers, hand, living, poetry, rice, sand, sieve | posted in Uncategorized
Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.
Join 1,899 other followers
Sign me up!
Original Poetry is now on Facebook!