Poems from agustrusher
Myself;
As expansive as the ocean,
Yet also a wanderer within its great depths.
With no thought at all I flow with its motion,
But...
When at a door a common thing
Is to knock your hand on that door.
But is that door meant to be knocked on?
Is your hand meant to knock?
...
Life has Something,
Something to fill it.
This Something will fill it to the brim.
It will also stretch life to the longest it can be,...