These are rhymed and free form poems that express my thoughts on art, science, philosophy, life, love, politics and death as told from a scientist's point of view in some cases. This is poetry book No. 8
The world tilts on its axis like a top I feel it where it's going tomorrow Where does it smell like it's dirt I see the sky as it was last night I got time to feel the wind in my face The day falls off of a windy cliff But the beauty of nature remains It's all right for it's the right time Let me take it slow everyday No use losing it now that it's night Tomorrow will be much better
A Lush sketch!
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