I don’t know
why..
birds migrate
and rivers run
dry..
why fate unfolds
like a story
told..
of rising high;
falling
low
rising high..
I don’t know
why.
Excerpt: This Beautiful Abyss:
Poem & Artwork © Mairi McLean
Words & Art
I don’t know
why..
birds migrate
and rivers run
dry..
why fate unfolds
like a story
told..
of rising high;
falling
low
rising high..
I don’t know
why.
Excerpt: This Beautiful Abyss:
Poem & Artwork © Mairi McLean