The streets are dead,
And the sun has fled.
A bright light glimmers in the distance,
As I notice a unique coexistence.
Do I approach the source?
The only answer would be of course.
Peering into the light I knew what it was.
The scent pierced my nose and left me only to pause,
Cherry?...I-Is that you?
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
The streets are dead,
And the sun has fled.
A bright light glimmers in the distance,
As I notice a unique coexistence.
Do I approach the source?
The only answer would be of course.
Peering into the light I knew what it was.
The scent pierced my nose and left me only to pause,
Cherry?...I-Is that you?
