Apr 2015
A long time ago,
I was a lone sparrow
who flew like the present
upon yesterday’s wind.
When I picked up
pine needles,
they were tomorrow
and I knew that yesterday
would never come again.
I was a lone sparrow
who flew like the present
upon yesterday’s wind.
When I picked up
pine needles,
they were tomorrow
and I knew that yesterday
would never come again.
