Oct 2012
I saw upon a dying street
Beneath the trees' barren
Humiliation
A young man
(who reminds me of my grandfather)
Rakes all the leaves
Into a sad pile
And laughing,
He sets it on fire
Beneath the trees' barren
Humiliation
A young man
(who reminds me of my grandfather)
Rakes all the leaves
Into a sad pile
And laughing,
He sets it on fire
