Nov 2017
11/28/2017
"Desire and
All the sweet pulsing aches
And gentle hurtings
That were you,
Are gone into the sullen dark..."
Ernest Hemingway
Pain
because the sky is darkening
and turning bruise blue.
I glance out the window
look for some kind of answer
and nothing comes to me.
"Desire and
All the sweet pulsing aches
And gentle hurtings
That were you,
Are gone into the sullen dark..."
Ernest Hemingway
Pain
because the sky is darkening
and turning bruise blue.
I glance out the window
look for some kind of answer
and nothing comes to me.
