The sky is in a fit.
The land whispers
To the wind
To engulf
Our flames.
And when the sun returns,
A few more will have to be buried.
This isn’t our land.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC
The sky is in a fit.
The land whispers
To the wind
To engulf
Our flames.
And when the sun returns,
A few more will have to be buried.
This isn’t our land.