Jan 2011
The landscape rolls,
The page unfolds,
And letters flood the gap.
The trees entwined,
The words in rhyme,
A sentence spreads its trap.
The world can turn
But paper burns
Until it turns to black.
The page unfolds,
And letters flood the gap.
The trees entwined,
The words in rhyme,
A sentence spreads its trap.
The world can turn
But paper burns
Until it turns to black.
