Jan 2019
Cross winded sleet....
Cutting across like pencil lines.
Droplets turn to a stream...
Down the greyed creased faces.
Mud laced skin......
Cloth absorbs and stains.
White washed lines.....
Defining all perimeters.
Carnage amongst serenity.......
It’s all over.......
Cutting across like pencil lines.
Droplets turn to a stream...
Down the greyed creased faces.
Mud laced skin......
Cloth absorbs and stains.
White washed lines.....
Defining all perimeters.
Carnage amongst serenity.......
It’s all over.......
My take on Love, life, war, sport, work..... we’re all bound by rules. I find it all fascinating!
