28 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.
Poem 033 I know and sunk before
I know and sunk before my vain despair and knelt, to my own desolation, for fear of the end
day by day, the waters lap the sands away
Inaccessible winds, they do blow and felt, like spring blossoms,
with winter fade and die
one by one, returning where my walk begun
