Apr 2016
In an instant,
The shades turn to pixels,
The beauty pulled and twisted into,
Strings of numbers.
A perfect imprint,
A reflection of time,
In a misty mirror,
A sun-lit filter.
The shades turn to pixels,
The beauty pulled and twisted into,
Strings of numbers.
A perfect imprint,
A reflection of time,
In a misty mirror,
A sun-lit filter.
