Jan 2018
Black ink was poured
amidst my mind:
tragic drawings,
blurred lines;
what a bittersweet sight.
With paper wings I fly,
tears dancing in the wind.
amidst my mind:
tragic drawings,
blurred lines;
what a bittersweet sight.
With paper wings I fly,
tears dancing in the wind.
"Casual poetry for clumsy minds II"
