JUNE BLISS: DAY 17 POET WILLY WRITES, LAST NIGHT

Last night, a whirlwind wrecked my abode,
deserted in the relentless deep-sea of sadness

became a refugee of my own web of maze….
Painstaking strokes slashed towards the shore,
 

Be aware of trampled by the ill-fated tide in love

on the advent on this uncertain storm of life

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BY

POET WILLY