It took a while and yet is imperfect.
It is clear … but there are chinks
It would be easy to lose this vision
Get it all muddy and blurred
Like breath on a mirror
Tag: Philosophical
Cycle of Repercussions, Poetry by Floyd Robert-Maduekwe
Noise erupts as the new inferno
A rapidly spreading disease
Crippling major cities around the world.
Wildly increasing in number
How many of them do not sleep?
WILDsound Festival 