Jul 2018
u
meet the storm
brush off sunlight u rob
raindrops wet ideas u abhor
ever since arms fold waits 4 me
l l
l l
a a
meet the storm
brush off sunlight u rob
raindrops wet ideas u abhor
ever since arms fold waits 4 me
l l
l l
a a
Sitting here writing this poem looking at an umbrella leaning in a corner.
