Nov 2011
The way you held
your cigarette,
The way you saw sunrise coming
from the bottom of a whiskey glass;
Only empty bottles,
fallen leaves noticed you;
hint of Winter to
cordial Autumn sun.
your cigarette,
The way you saw sunrise coming
from the bottom of a whiskey glass;
Only empty bottles,
fallen leaves noticed you;
hint of Winter to
cordial Autumn sun.
