The sun of 12.

The sun of 12.


Given the gift
Of the less fortunate,
and watch the inverts shine…


wonder the wish
which group of twenty-four
would such be of thine?


My every pain,
Too it’s my every loves.
returns ten folds hurts


Care like the 12,
blinds and overwhelms
could thy love, our curse?


Life’s every wheeze
I turn and wonder it

of why the inverts shine..

of if it is my time



© apoet 7th dec 2008, 4.05pm