Lemons fall into the grass
In late December.
Seeing them outside my window, I instinctually remember
Sensual spring and how it gives one tunnel-vision,
How it turns each fleeting thought to an unchangeable decision.
But Time repeatedly brings what seems gargantuan to pass.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC
Lemons fall into the grass
In late December.
Seeing them outside my window, I instinctually remember
Sensual spring and how it gives one tunnel-vision,
How it turns each fleeting thought to an unchangeable decision.
But Time repeatedly brings what seems gargantuan to pass.
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