Rebirth.

Founding mothers
Apple hearts and prudent tarts
Each bite conclude one thing
Pleasing hips and sugared quips
You never know what I mean
Contradicting 
First
World ripping
Honored puzzles
Reclaiming piece
Second
Winds rise
Paper for those
Presuppose
Make sense of thinking
Third
Holy smoke and waters choke
This is how I come clean
Painful grins pour
Forth
Wooden ladle drips
Each taking turns
Markets further yearn
Fifth
Creation bliss
Slight of man
Rebirth
The ride
Narrow as wide

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *