Apollo Derülo

I’m tethered to my childhood seat. Across the table from parents two. A brother and two sister sheep. Whisky eyes of brown-gold hue.

By Apollo Derüloabout a year ago in Poets

Burning for a place. Flames, passion intensify. Dire coal or sad ash? Large swells of madness, shower the calm of wisdom.

By Apollo Derüloabout a year ago in Poets

Life can be so deep Bruce Lee says be like water Flow set sadness free

By Apollo Derüloabout a year ago in Poets

once a month through all bidding skies my name echoes with shine as a bow-shaped eye an aide-memoire pinned above a thought not held

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