2024-06-03poem

Psychedelic Strings

I was born as a nascent being riding my world on the jingles of sleeves, making people cherish with the laugh I made getting a diction by clan to be known as my name

I twisted my ties as a true soul, carrying an urn on my neck, to make my world a good dole

As ole is my soul, I rose to gaze upon the sunbeam
My fingers are fringed over the keys

As I swept up in the hues of dormancy, my eyes are wicked on the screens to make an error in psychedelic strings