Poem -
(Unfinished)
Pessimistic truth’s is all I seem to see, when substantial optimism is encompassing me.
I believe the potency flowing within my soul, when I divulge as a causality to what I know is false.
Terminological inexactitudes make psyche lose ones way, a fly in ointment do away with just to make headway.
Comments
the potency of this being intuitively crafted it's mind blowing to me, I love feeling woven in this , the conscious aspects of recognitions...
it's a keeper 👏👏👏👏💓