My feet chose to defeat roads without cheat codes,
in a cheap robe where the peach grows in a bleached grove.
When I reach lows I will teach droves of impeached crows
that the weak rose will secrete those who complete goals
and concrete souls.
About the Creator
Kale Sinclair
Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd | Zen Practitioner
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