Curse this tormenting tin roof.
For it corrupts my connection,
It also leaks and crooks.
As I sit and try to read,
I find no peace in my books.
NV. Written a few weeks back in the beginning of July 2018.
Understanding ourselves and the world we live in.
A Poet's Paradise
TRAGIC CONNOTES AND ESOTERIC SUNDAYS
Poetry, short essays and other work showcased by a Scientist, Philosopher, and Adventurer. Posts on Monday and First Fridays.
poems and ponderings
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