Apr 2017
I am damp with regret.
It is midday.
The rain whispers,
it says that light
is abandoned.
It is wet in the churches.
I have no coat
and like a child I start to cry.
It is midday.
The rain whispers,
it says that light
is abandoned.
It is wet in the churches.
I have no coat
and like a child I start to cry.
