Your garden
I trespass
You size me up
I hold still
No eye contact
Let it be peace
between us
I only
stopping by
A Kookaburra And Me
Tag: human
Predestination
This is written based on Living Poetry word prompt – Race, machine, epigraph
The human race are not machines.
Grease and grime don’t feed us.
Electricity or coal don’t power us.
Carriage or container don’t move us.
We are flesh and blood bear sins.
There was epigraph written long before our birth.
We are of love, power and sound minds.
Flicker of Thoughts 