Oct 2015
Sunlight reaches your eyes,
to flicker,
forever rest or die.
Your air is of dandelion dreams
whispered in the distant past.
All smudged into
a dusty closet where they
roam endlessly.
to flicker,
forever rest or die.
Your air is of dandelion dreams
whispered in the distant past.
All smudged into
a dusty closet where they
roam endlessly.
