May 2015
It was the coldest day of fall, when leaves crowded the sidewalks to listen to the whispering wind that carried them past the trees they left bare.
A silouette of chain links stood ***** before the orange brick vacancy that filled the void left by an urban architects crumbled dreams
It was the coldest day of fall, the coldest day of all to past, forever October will last while the monocole of the seasonal sun stares you down daring you to look past
A silouette of chan links where my old man used to drink, but thats all in the past. Forever October will last. The seasonal sun beams to you. Thank everything beautiful and true. Your days of struggle are through.
R.I.P. LMR 1954-2014
A silouette of chain links stood ***** before the orange brick vacancy that filled the void left by an urban architects crumbled dreams
It was the coldest day of fall, the coldest day of all to past, forever October will last while the monocole of the seasonal sun stares you down daring you to look past
A silouette of chan links where my old man used to drink, but thats all in the past. Forever October will last. The seasonal sun beams to you. Thank everything beautiful and true. Your days of struggle are through.
R.I.P. LMR 1954-2014
