My ribs wanting your heavy mind. My palaces praising your castle's mound flag waves high piercing my bones and knees you're rinsing your hands with my parched blood my blood flows with dusty winds once you devote my gold to fill your covert making my stomach smile and grief. My eyes were priced while searching for my eclipse to reverie. I dreamt of my brothers and sisters bath in the ocean of will, all free. Oh, you are esthos
That's a nice poem. I enjoyed listening to it, though a bit tragic, a bit melancholy. It has a charm to it. Keep writing such sweet, short poems