Disconnected

This piece is responding to Lucy’s word prompt – Disconnected

Day shines into night
Ivy clings on and thrives
Sunday transits into a buzzing week
Cool moon elevates into the crack of dawn
Old men see themselves in babes
New born hurries to grow up
Nomality in life expires
East wind overlooks west in demise
Continents united underneath the valley of seas
Treetop rooted by underground mechanism
Empty rooms filled with love day by day
Disconnection is far from nature’s calling

Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊 View all posts by Cassa Bassa