Dec 2017
Loss is like a river
You stand in it always
And feel it against your skin
Warm, cold and invisible
Rising and falling
But you can never hold it in your hands
You stand in it always
And feel it against your skin
Warm, cold and invisible
Rising and falling
But you can never hold it in your hands
21. December 2017
A short little poem I wrote a few days ago.
A short little poem I wrote a few days ago.
