That is stooped on pious knees at the Precipice of a waterfall His hands reach----- Reach towards an un- Broken MeMOrY Sculpted on a tragedy That was the product Of imagination
When words are your paintbrush, life is your muse
That is stooped on pious knees at the Precipice of a waterfall His hands reach----- Reach towards an un- Broken MeMOrY Sculpted on a tragedy That was the product Of imagination