walking through sunset
vividly i see a beauty if forms
i breathe and think — inhaling the dirty air
which brushes past against my skin
envisaging a life that one may please
to have . . .
all stones crushing beneath my feet
nothing i feel but a heart-clenching sore
misty-eyed as i reminisce
......
walking through sunset
vividly i see a beauty if forms
i breathe and think — inhaling the dirty air
which brushes past against my skin
envisaging a life that one may please
to have . . .
all stones crushing beneath my feet
nothing i feel but a heart-clenching sore
misty-eyed as i reminisce
......