Apr 2019
The page is yellowed
and torn.
Tomorrow we'll dream
like ripples on a pond.
Watching the butterfly
as she beats her wings.
When the curtains are
closed,
your shadow becomes
the setting sun.
and torn.
Tomorrow we'll dream
like ripples on a pond.
Watching the butterfly
as she beats her wings.
When the curtains are
closed,
your shadow becomes
the setting sun.
